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QUALMS

How many qualms does it take to make you quake?
One qualm, ten qualms to make you lie awake?

I knew a man who had a constant qualm.
Trapped evermore was he, 'twixt queasy and calm.
He feared many evils (he knew not the Psalm).

So each day at five, he stirred himself a balm
With ice in his glass and a lime in his palm.

-- Steve Stinson


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