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Extra Pounds

Extra pounded on the door
until his fist was blue and sore:
pound, pound, pound, pound, pound, pound, pound,
pound, pound, pound, pound, pound, pound, pound,
and at last, from pounding on the door, Extra's fist was blue and sore.

Is this tedious for you? Well, just think of me! I have to do this every day.