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Chapter 35 - The Best Shortcut To Death

Have you ever called some insecure of their short height, short?

Well they would probably react like they want to take you to court.

This poem is to purport that this is the shortest shortcut to criminal court.

Probably for contort!

Might as well bury yourself in Westport.

Really wouldn't recommend saying it, Laport.

Now I can't assort long with you, for I have another to consort.

Best of luck, Laport!

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