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DEMON GRUDGE
He got up in the morning
So did his Grudge
It was prickly and heavy
But it just wouldn't budge!
It stayed with him all day
He took it to bed
That miserable Grudge
That lived in his head
His Grudge was annoying
It ate up his time
Diverted attention
Without reason or rhyme
A Grudge becomes wearisome
Day after day
Like a loop of bad film
On endless replay
The cumbersome Grudge
Makes it hard to move on
Oh the blessed relief!
When the Grudge is put down
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