Well, well! 
Didn't he just fumble and stumble? 
To mumble love words …
Into her ears, 
Stammering didn't spare him, 
Neither did the eye 
Which missed the gynaecium 
Perhaps by free will, 
If blindness is a choice, 
So should uttering the word thrice be, 
For the world ….
May not choose to be blind!                
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