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For the lure of a puff and poof
The fiend jumped off the roof
Into the pursuit of the truth
He landed on limping fleet of foot
When he got up, he didn't want to stay
Wait, don't you dare stroll way
Let him stoke the old fire smokes
This bloke's bones broke like a joke
He rose to find the fine dash of ash
A wheezer in a mad dash for cash
His dreams were flush in a gold rush
Only to wake up a flash in the pan with no stash.
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