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Bitter because fitter

I had to be much bitter, Sure of the two The Fitter... Away hours he'd fritter On some spot steady sitter, Never chats ends with Rita, Engulfed in things that glitter Fears of what in me bitter I could betray as a hitter, Peter dropping like litter And never picking him up An "I shan't - have - again pup" So, its a lucky Peter, For whom things have been neater.

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