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95 The Deal: Tough Times By the board, with jays in front, In hand a piece of chalk, He with this, his saliva without ennui exalted, Beckoned by the dung filled porcelainly shelled egg, He hankered it for it would his insignia better; Yet, with his fence repairs by hedging, At its apex could not retort it. Finding himself hoe in hand; Recruit of that which is never unwilling, No matter from whom comes the application, Not as those wanting godfathers reject, To accept, He like a tortoise in his shell, at mission Derailment, finds a hideout. ...

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