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******* sheets of copper,           Something so improper.         Balanced on a pillaged scheme, Straight from a crooked stream.           The tenderness of mass,                  A fondled higher class       Breakfast's gone cold              Poor champion's been sold. To a home of swindled means,    For the sake of argument, let's call them the Greens. They were prestigious in a worldly right       The cause of most any blight To some, they were a cursed name,       Nonetheless, they had quite a bit of fame. Mr.Green owned a large stable      His prized beast a creature named Mabel. She came shipped in a crate,                            No mere act of fate. Mr. Green broke her in that very night,      Regardless of marital right. Bruised and broken from that day on.       Mabel remained the victim of a vast wrong. In time, all with wealth had a ride     Wretchedly ripping the poor girls hide.    Soon she caught a common plague And passed it on to every stag.             One day Mrs. Green was heard ******* copper     And explained to her husband why that was so improper.                               So the man set fire to his stable       Murdering poor old Mabel. It was mostly over that very night     Then cleaned up fully by a sheriff in the daylight.
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Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 6:05 PM UTC
Impunity's a Female Dog
******* sheets of copper,           Something so improper.         Balanced on a pillaged scheme, Straight from a crooked stream.           The tenderness of mass,                  A fondled higher class       Breakfast's gone cold              Poor champion's been sold. To a home of swindled means,    For the sake of argument, let's call them the Greens. They were prestigious in a worldly right       The cause of most any blight To some, they were a cursed name,       Nonetheless, they had quite a bit of fame. Mr.Green owned a large stable      His prized beast a creature named Mabel. She came shipped in a crate,                            No mere act of fate. Mr. Green broke her in that very night,      Regardless of marital right. Bruised and broken from that day on.       Mabel remained the victim of a vast wrong. In time, all with wealth had a ride     Wretchedly ripping the poor girls hide.    Soon she caught a common plague And passed it on to every stag.             One day Mrs. Green was heard ******* copper     And explained to her husband why that was so improper.                               So the man set fire to his stable       Murdering poor old Mabel. It was mostly over that very night     Then cleaned up fully by a sheriff in the daylight.
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Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 6:05 PM UTC
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