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SPY

I was a spy.

For secret mission I used to fly,.
In the blue sky,
People wonder, “why?”

I wore black,
Keeping clues in a sack.
With wit and auto bag-pack,

I solved cases and came back.

I captured the evil,
and helped the civil..

Once I jailed the strange devil,
No, no, It’s just a joke.
Let’s giggle.

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