Close the Tale
Jettison the flotsam,
hurt me hard,
strike me from behind,
and stab me back,
bring in a spear,
dig it in my heart,
till I do my soul escaping fart,
bring in a leather cane,
and make it my bane,
you have ill will,
and make my full bill,
you want to see me in pain,
and I do not wish to gain,
here is all I have,
take it and,
close the tale.
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