A small poem #1

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Was this a game

from the start?

Was it for the fame,

so you could be on the top?

Am I to blame

for making you like this?

My job is to tame

the wild ones.

You have no shame

for what you done.

Your name

will never be forgotten.

You're the same

person from long ago.

Take your aim,

I won't fight.

It will be ashamed,

to see you behind bars.

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