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Don't hate the villain! Hate the villanelle |
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With these picky rules and odd jigsaw rhymes |
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Curses! These verses are my prison cell |
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At school I ran from the very first bell |
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The teacher's ruler, those maddening chimes |
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Don't hate the villain! Hate the villanelle! |
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Joking in class. Oh! The words I misspell |
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Mumbles and stammers but are those real crimes? |
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Curses! These verses are my prison cell |
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If someone could hear, for someone to tell |
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But friends have all fled to far away climes |
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Don't hate the villain! Hate the villanelle |
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I solve this puzzle but tumble through hell |
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These words are fractions when I needed primes |
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Curses! These verses are my prison cell |
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My hands disappear as I wave farewell |
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This gentle quicksand turns into hard times |
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Don't hate the villain! Hate the villanelle |
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Curses! These verses are my prison cell |
