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• Accuse, and so shall it be committed.
• Why does love got to be so sad?
• So tender you can cut it with a fork. -- Lorena Bobbi
• Bites through tender meat, So that his nose disappears. No blame.
• Those who hear them seldom live to tell the tale!
• As you are, so shall you wish. As you wish, so shall it be.
• So, I hear you're into molinology...
• All the lines have been written There's been Sandburg, It's sad but it's true Keats, Poe and McKuen With all the words gone, They all had their day What's a young poet to do?
  And knew what they're doin' But of all the words written The bird is a strange one, And all the lines read, So small and so tender There's one I like most, Its breed still unknown, And by a bird it was said!...