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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!
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