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A smart *ss hermit, Sitting on a folly throne. And he always likes to spit, Bunch of words in drone. A culturally-modified mime, In a shirt that dull boring pinky. Talking about the punctuation and rhyme, Insisted on how a poem should be. Oh dear gray-haired kooks.. The words you say wrapped in hypocrisy. I might not counted smart in your books, But at least my words cry it honestly.

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