25
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Unlike the potion #9
I hold no breathtaking purpose
or rhyme
I'm simply written
to be
that #25 poem,
you see.
And with this my master,
will be so happy to find
I'm on the verge
Can't you feel the energy surge
I'm almost there
So beware
25,000 points seemed out of sight
But I scored it with all my might
And that's right
It was a very hard fight!
