I made myself a promise.
Its one that I remember
Each time that I close my fists.
Its hard to loose weight
In your fingers, believe me,
Not easy, like say, in your wrists.
But I've got a ring -
Only just too small,
So, I'll starve until it perfectly fits.
Great ending. It's makes the poem fit perfectly.
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