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Rigor

That is one thing about rigor: It can Intact Man disfigure; Like a cell phone reconfigure The Stout left A Sorry Figure… You won’t yourself in public show; Not a new thing in you did grow; Slaving at a task “Your New Foe” Hours taking to turn a toe! It’s a big stab from stretched rigor: It leaves not the same one’s Vigor: I used to know a strong Igor, Not dead before stripped of vigor… Some men it’d enveloped in dust. Good pipes now struggling with rust; You don’t energy drink dismiss Nor caffeine you can handle miss.

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