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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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