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The Curmudgeon
He was an independent old cuss A curmudgeon of sorts if you will With many exuberant opinions He was indeed a bitter pill We’d never call him slipshod A stranger he had never met But those who knew his stubborn ways Wished he was a stranger yet And everyone wished he’d invert Yet his opinions still he’d cling Throwing out words ex-cathedra As if he were the king ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Words required to be used by "Para/Poem Challenge "Open"" Independent...Cling...Exuberant...Slipshod...Stranger...Invert
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