he cut his finger on a blade
and cursed himself hoarse
but in a few the pain was no more
in its place a scar to act as warning
he stumbled on a plank
and shed a tear or two
but in a few the throb was gone
in its place a bump for caution's sake
he had his heart broken
and cursed,cried and crumbled
but in a few his heart was wringed out
in its place a cold,dark stone
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