After 40 years of returning every book on time, last year I was 3 days late!
O demon guilt, my conscious now proclaims Your weigh to be my burden, heavy held. My fate has fallen into Satan's flames, To restitution now I feel compelled. This crime of mine occurred without design, A happenstance I vowed I'd not repeat. As ignomy, disgrace and shame combine With fine to make my punishment complete. O'er forty years of faithful fealty, With naught a blemish brought by boastful thought... Reduce it not! The fine in full on me! Perhaps a victim, I, as I've been caught! And still I must, by fine, them recompense. "O.K., I'll pay. Three days, that's fifteen cents"!
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