The battle

August 30, 2009
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It was the day that I was forlorn
All through the day I was torn,
Anemia, my pet abalone
Just gobbled down some macaroni.
From nervousness
oh how she pitched
From twitchiness her skin had itched
Her opponent and said” Yum-Yum”
Anemia had overcome
And recalled how she had had so many nightmares.
She thought of her old life in a watery lair,
Now Anemia was so much vainer,
She didn’t think that for fighting she would ever need a trainer





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