Treasure and Its Pressure
On men mounting the oddest pressure,
Little time for the truest leisure;
Many doctors neatly can measure
The losses from the things we treasure...
It's a breathless pursuit of treasures
And ceaseless the cases of seizures,
Many a chapter lent to rude closures
That's for us treasure and pressures...
Then, let us fail not the right measures
To romances reduce with seizures:
I would rather it came last Treasure
And, first, how to Safe Dangers measure.
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