clotheslines

                  My breath catches
          On a line at times,
    Like my lips did
When I was nine:
      Accelerated pantomime.
                  Reflection, on occasion
                        Will, in good faith, rhyme
            With the lay-gentlest
      Costs of this life;
          But its sweetest
                Quaff lies inside
                          Friends a’laugh at it.

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