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Losing one glove
is certainly painful,
but nothing
compared to the pain,
of losing one,
throwing away the other,
and finding
the first one again.
--
Consolation Grook, his first grook, published in Politiken (April 1940) as translated in Grooks (1966)

 

Piet Hein

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