I am back
To city of words and chant
With ink we hunt in pack
Till the errors and Terrors pant
I am back
Here's enough bags and sack
Filled with rhymes that ruins the verse
Hinged on forward and hanged the reverse
I am back
Friends in crime is all I lack
Invade the lines and fill the pages
Oh! ink has flowed through all ages
But am back
Ills and crimes I'd hack
With sharp lines and meter
All Errors my ink shall filter
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