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Bitterness
No bitterness, better than me
No measurement of sour, nor apple pulled off
No old man on a corner talking to himself
No old story
No hurt that hadn’t hurt already
No cause for sounding off
No worse than you
No reason for all the things said
No worry, when no one worries, when I’m dead
No reason
No reasonable rhyme
No worries while I’m
No wonder. . . out of time, with
No bitter. . . less. . . than what I left behind
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