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112 Pastor President Enchanted is everybody eyeing him. But, Than drink with the laity, He widens torments’ huts: “For your benevolence I this do.” Says he. An audacious (k) night In daylight Knows in sooth the rope; The cross must rest in the court. And to the deplored laity, no rein given. Yet, under the cross he buckets them, Figuring them simpletons. The field their only choice, In, rush them pouncing like lions About to kiss the skies…. ...

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