Your secret is safe, friend, with me.
It won't be like last time. You'll see!
I'll tell not a soul
In part or the whole
But I'll charge you a sizeable fee.
It's good that you're learning to fence
But my money's on that guy, Vince
He's great with a foil
But his temper might boil
And you'd have no ready defense
When weekends last only two days
Pay attention to all of the ways
That time can be wasted
Or lives cut and pasted
Life's not black & white; it's the greys
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