Right in front of the eye
there was a cry
did not subdue with a try
rather rose very high
breaking the silence
exerted with diligence
showed no reverence
there was an inference
that it was a feigned one
an effort that is done
never at all for fun
but for a lively stunt
which inflicted a lot of brunt
not being done for a hunt
but being resolved by an aunt
who stood like a stone
and amended all the broken bones
with that kept the issue in tone
finally she was left all alone.
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