Footnotes to Plato from the foothills of the Superstition Mountains

To be Alone is Bliss

Your invitation's kind
So I hope you won't mind
If your party I miss.
To be alone is bliss.

Your friends are such a bore
And idle talk's a chore
They will be good to miss.
To be alone is bliss. 


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