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Oh what a sharp grip she has!

More painful than losing a bass.

Her smell is quite putrid!

I say it's very lucid.

In bed, she is no lover!

In the air, she barely hovers.

I wish she was dead!

Just cut off her head.

I am most hurt by this!

She is scarier than a hiss.

Oh save me, dearly loved!

Let us fly away, like a dove.

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