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Anger (22)

Obélix fell in the Magic Potion at birth.
I believe I fell in the Anger Potion
Prepared by some mad witch
Who had it in for me.
Perhaps I pissed her off
In a previous life
As I was roaming castle walls
Where she had a hard time locating me.
That made her mad
Because the owners of the castle
Had so much faith in her,
So much faith in her very expensive potions.
I was a snag, a blemish in her otherwise
Squeaky clean reputation.
Written by robert43041 (Viking)
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