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Long ago in a land not near,
There was a young man whose looks made people sneer.
Through the whistling forest he went to find a sorceress out west,
“Sorceress please make me look the best!”.

He shot up and became much taller,
In town everyone but his true love looked at him like a silver dollar.
Her lack of attention made him stressed,
He ran into the forest and said, “ sorceress please make me look the best.”

The sorceress confused saw the sadness in his eyes,
He said “she still doesn't notice me, give my looks a revise.”
The sorceress was unsure and wanted to detest,
Then he said, “sorceress please make me look the best.”.

He strutted into town and gave his love a wink,
She rolled her eyes and turned without another blink.
He ran into the forest and sadness and anger he expressed,
“Sorceress please make me look the best.”.

She complied and he went into town much stronger,
She didn't even look at him any longer.
He ran into the forest that he started to detest,
“Sorceress please make me look the best.”.

“She still doesnt love me is this some kind of test?”,
“Sorceress please make me look the best.”.
She looked at him and he went back to being pint-sized.
He started to become angry, and that is when he realized.

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