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My blunder,
Whoops-de-doo,
I’m so sorry,
I don’t know what to do,
All these writings,
Are left for display,
Oh my,
You’re in disarray,
The fortune bestowed on you,
Let you flourished and be rubbish,
Stop being childish,
Before you perish.
a.k.
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