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Little Fingers

From the time that he’s awake his little fingers start to quake posting lies to suit his needs planning out his dirty deeds Wide awake in dead of night planning out new cons for spite making out a target list balling-up his tiny fist Counting up his many foes using fingers, tiny toes fueled by hate and bigotry led by greed and trickery

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