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[Apr. 16th, 2016|08:42 am] |
Dear members of the bored,
Ev'ry morn, as the blackboard sings,
The wolves of Tambov spread their wings:
They weave a web in fight-on code,
'till evr'yone's column'd & row'd.
To-morro' morn, as the blackboard croaks,
I say this with indemnity, good folx,
Is hereby disbanded our dooordom bored,
No fishbones! and bless Youse Lord. |
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