Go on touch it simply hold it,
Three wishes it'll grant you.
A monkey's paw from east India,
Three wishes of foolish taboo.
You have been woefully warned,
Touch it and wish if you dare.
Then your three joyous wishes,
Will become your darkest nightmare.
Believe me I so resentfully know,
I made my wishes only two years ago.
A young man in his fearless prime,
Of that man now a blind crippled shadow.
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