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My issue with the tissue is
I wish it wouldn’t tear so;
It rips across like rotten cloth
And leaves one asking, How so?

Such moments not momentous are,
Just briefly inconvenient;
But when misfortune quick repeats,
It’s botheration ardent.

It triggers thoughts to sure distract,
Bring magic to the rescue: 
A self-dispensing tissue roll, 
Imaginary preview.

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