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I had too much to say,

I couldn't give it all away.

There was just too much to fit it all

It sure wouldn't be small.

 

I'm sorry that I left it at

A spot that makes you see me as a rat.

But joy it brings me just to see

The power that I have over thee.

 

It comes no matter the size;

The perfect prize.

For an author to know

That a cliffhanger will bring the perfect show.

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