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complete with
a glossary
of rhymes
Come on,
ye spirits, ghouls
to hold my cold hands.
Oh thou who didst with pitfall
with gin beset the road
I was to wander in
.
'cause regrets
are stronger, and
gratitude no longer
I want you
to be light and easy
as the poem is
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