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1 Tyro In bed sick thick Like a caged baby bird Thoughts dashed through Projecting a bitch That once was! Her name: Cannon For she could charge like one And one day found sick She had to be put to sleep And witnessing the putting Of this sick bitch to sleep Didn’t, on the spot, just bring to sight This big load to carry All alone not in a boat Down into the abbot U N D E R ! Where awaits the boatman! ...

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