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The Guessing Game


What makes you twist and turn

And also makes your stomach churn,

It is underground

And filled with sound

Something that tricks and confuse

And sometimes quickly defuse

Everything you see is real

But at the same time unreal

You come across monsters with seven heads

This can also lead to the opening of the dead

Is this driving you way out of the blues?

Do you need more clues?

Here are two more

Listen, because after this there are no more

This was made by a man of Greek

Whom everyone wants to seek

To ask about the ins and outs

That would lead them through with no doubts

Now, all I can ask you is this

Do you know what this is?

 
 
 
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