Never befriend a shopkeeper,
Or a preacher or a celebrity.
But you can take their goods,
Their faith and their words.

When North and South meet,
And East is stopped by West,
Then life may confess,
That the distance between,
Was madness.

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Snippet. (A teeny bonus)

“I fell in love with love,
Until love fell out of me,”
So said the poet,
To his poetry.