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Perhaps you will hear me from your grave,
They say you are a skillful predator, A slow cunning hunter, A hunter that kills without haste, Swaying endlessly on your slender traps! How were you to know, given your one-thing brain, That you will never out-trick an omnivore! How sorrowful that you should fight a chicken And lose, in broad daylight, oh preyer! It was my fault and I am ashamed!
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