The Companionable Ills

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The nose-end that twitches, the old imperfections---Tolerable now as moles on the facePut up with until chagrin gives placeTo a wry complaisance---

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The nose-end that twitches, the old imperfections---
Tolerable now as moles on the face
Put up with until chagrin gives place
To a wry complaisance---

Dug in first as God's spurs
To start the spirit out of the mud
It stabled in; long-used, became well-loved
Bedfellows of the spirit's debauch, fond masters.

Dug in first as God's spursTo start the spirit out of the mudIt stabled in; long-used, became well-lovedBedfellows of the spirit's debauch, fond masters

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