Think of a number.
The number I ask you to imagine is, the total number of times you might expect the writer of a pop song to rhyme (in the same song, mind you) “years” with . . . “years.” That’s right: the cheat of rhyming a word with itself. (And we’re not Puritans—an occasional, coy cheat is not merely permitted in the arts, it can be part of the artistry.)
So: have you thought of your number? Take that figure, and add to it 3 or 4.
And now, see if this matches your result:
No matter how slight the defect, it shook my sensibilities.
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