You warned me not to try.
My projects raise a cry and hue
My fixing you decry.
That box is dear to me you cried
Inlaid with oak and teak.
But fragile is the h8inge inside
Just waiting these to break.
No need to worry, my sweet wife.
Wipe sorrow from your face.
There's not the slightest cause for strife.
I'll set that pin in place.
With one swift tap the rod I hit.
The pin came out...but the hinge was split.
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