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Poe'ten'ry [poems of ten lines] I didn’t mean to control you,
Physically or mentally,
As it happens to a convict sometimes,
Yet I found myself controlled finally!
Yes it was you and your evil plans,
That entwined me as the spider’s net!
The more I strived to escape as the mosquito,
The more and more I was in threat!
At long last I could read reality,
Finding a way out of your cruelty!
