Woe
I tried to rid myself of woe,
Though woe refused to let me go,
So I dropped it fast and ran like hell,
Then stopped at last when all seemed well.
I glanced around, though could not see
If my woe had followed me-
Alas, I winced, and since then know
A man can never rid his woe.
poem by Joshua Dinkin
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