The Jack The Ripper Spammer
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There lurks a poet on here,
Who acts like Jack the Ripper.
He hides in offline shadows,
Sending comments not so chipper.
You awake one innocent morning,
Feeling poetic and fighting fit.
Unsuspectingly review your new poems,
Now filled with spamming shit.
Old Jack got away with it,
On those he did so cruelly slay.
But I know who my spammer is,
No naming him but simply g'day.
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