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Little creep. Even Miss Beck's smack across the knuckles with her ruler didn't impart sufficient virtuosity for V to perform that well. Better put him up only as a Hologram otherwise little creep going to get hands caught in knuckle-crushing keyboard-lid nightmare extravaganza.
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David V
Lord Finchley tried to mend the electric light
Himself. It struck him dead and serve him right
It is the duty of the wealthy man
To give employment to the artisan
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