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Heaped sweets and a treasure For a new sin to play with, To pass a night and day with–– Heaped sweets for a pleasure. Who and who will win them? Who will carry virtue’s pall? Of what use are sins at all If someone does not sin them? Who will take the treasure? Run and run on light-winged feet; Who will buy my sweetest sweet With a new found pleasure? -- Public Domain. From On a Grey Thread (Will Ransom, 1923) by Elsa Gidlow.
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