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The Bridge Blown to Bits
Where is that confounded bridge? I in my kerchief; J George in Hawaii A needle might prick; a dog follows me One cessation: ceased; not even a mouse Time to settle; like so much poor rap Down Down Down No better mouse-trap Where nothing in front of me It doesn’t bleed It doesn’t need breathing…
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