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What Frustration Could Do
"Who had this booby trap set?"
Asked the hit man quite upset
But flashing a borrowed smile
He could take to some one mile.
Later, what seemed a child's grin,
Once very rich, now as thin...
It's clear Charles would some cheek slap
Or a head hit or a cap:
Charles' little luck with good clue
Could him to a lone spot glue,
Each movement a quest for proof,
Still luckless just hit the roof!
Certain now he'll Hill's cheeks slap,
Now with zest closing their gap:
What long frustration could do:
Up men would begin to screw.
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Chinedum Ekwobi
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