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Foibles Touche
Flaws and foibles, dents and blots,
all viewed as quirky, cute and nice,
are mere trifles, that makes us lovable.
How quickly the tide can change,
when sensibilities, foil those foibles
into scruples, qualms, faults and vice,
up-welling into wellsprings
of misery and strife.
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