No, This Is Not
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The clear weather,
Tells there's no fog.
I'm not rain of dirt's pet,
Not a piece of log.
I've feelings of good and bad.
If anything happens to you,
It's really very sad.
Don't wet under the
Sky of lie.
I'm a living being,
Not your apple-pie.
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