Twenty-Two Horns

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Fancy. Classy. Maiden.
Angel. Princess. Dame. 
These are not the words that describe me- 
I am Free. Wild. Untamed. 
I am rash, uncouth and dope; 
Am a tiger with twenty-two horns. 
I am sweat on farmer's axe; 
I am clumsy - I make mistakes. 
I am human - I have faults -  
I err, and therefore, I am. 

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