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Dear Person.

Dear Person,

You're a discrace,
I hate your face,
You think you know your place,
but you havn't got a trace,
in your mind of what you should do,
like you're solving a mystery, without and clues.

The sad part, that you won't admit,
The part, that would make you quit,
is that No one wants you here,
and I certainly don't want you near.

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