The shortest cut

The shortest cut


The shortest cut to happiness is

To get the highest worthiness

 at the lowest prices there is

When your fingernails grow too long

You don’t feel they to you belong

They aliens, something apart from you.

To feel them keenly and kin

Cut them short to your skin

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