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The Man Who Cried Bear

I became known as the man who cried bear. Nobody is coming this time, they no longer care. I cried bear and people came seven times. Now a bear really is attacking me and there is nobody to save this hide of mine. After pulling that prank seven times, I don't blame people for being appalled. But this bear is very ferocious and he's tearing me apart, I'm being mauled. I shouldn't have pulled that prank and you'd better believe that I'm scared. I would give my right arm that the bear just tore off if I hadn't cried bear. (This is a fictional poem.)

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