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Strategy A pesky fly Awoke my nap. I rose to meet And set a trap. I closed him off From room to room, Till patience fitly Sealed his doom. He tried to hide- Keep out of sight, But could not foil The swatter's bite. I stirred the air, He could not rest. Tired and landed, BAM! Hell's newest guest! |
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