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A rhyming poem (GAME).

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Pacifists put up a long resistance.
Their feet turned out to be unappetizing.
The Yeti spat on their feet.
They didn't think for long and tore off their hands...
While eating the tasty hands,
they washed it down with cups of tea.

It was quite cruel...
Небо – мольбы не ждёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт

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