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The Enigma

She worked at being mysterious
Black clothing, dark glasses
Appearing at opportune moments
Disappearing with extra details
One day, she was called out
By a brash lass who pinpointed her phoniness
She bowed her head and this time was seemingly gone for good
Feeling smug, the lady had us round, then promptly vanished as well
She didn’t even have to try, unlike the enigma

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