Poem I wrote

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BEWARE

Some things come with a curse

Poverty, illness or worse

So ask yourself first, is this really worth

The misery, heartache and pain?

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Cursed things might look like fun

You won't remember until you've begun

That this is a trap, steel jaws that snap

Please, don't put yourself through that again.

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