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What you can't see, will hurt you. ©Papyruspoet 2014.
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There was once an oppressed member of the proletariat who’d become so sick of his miserable life that he wanted to die. Until he was granted three wishes. But as so often happens in fairy tales, things don’t go entirely to plan . . .
Just a little emotive poem written in the perspective of Watson and his views on Sherlock.