There's typo goblin up to tricks,
Hidden words it sneaks and picks;
It lurks within a sweet sonnet,
and gobbles up an alphabet.
So be well aware, be wary,
of this gobbling goblin fairy;
It sneaks into your poetry,
and helps itself to lunch for free.
It leaves your pretty words bereft,
in a wicked little letter theft.
Hyphens meant for bifurcation,
are gobbled up with punctuation.
It nibbles on the apostrophe,
I sense it creeping up on me...
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