Published 2016-06-27
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I am gone, sir, And anon, sir, I'll be with you again, In a trice, Like to the old vice, Your need to sustain. Who with dagger of lath In his rage and his wrath, Cries, aha, to the devil Like a mad lad, Pare thy nails, dad. Adieu, good man devil
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