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Vindictive
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Poe'ten'ry [poems of ten lines] He is as cunning as the Satan,
Of the Eden Garden,
Ever looks for the slight inaccuracy,
Done by me!
If he gets the chance,
His heart starts to dance,
As a break dancer!
As the fire he spreads it faster!
He is more harmful than Iago,
Brazen, undignified and greedy so!
