Thin is the thing,
Thick though it appears,
An issue without a tissue
Trails the vein with a tickle.

What is it that tickles,
Wanting attention to fiddle?
It’s the thin thing of life,
Lying saliently at the tip,
Its worth insidiously exaggerated.

To the thin issue of life I refer,
To ignore I rather not prefer,
And to exaggerate I won’t proffer,
Yet its light nature is a pressure,
Deep seated at the heart of pleasure,
And its effect without a measure.

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