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at the courthouse exactly

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at the courthouse exactly �
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upon a jaunty judicial noon �
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at the courthouse exactly ecstatically � �
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and not a moment too soon. � �
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O Constable! � �
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Abaddon bless you! � �
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i have been, i believe, most most judicious �
�this auspicious before&afterlife! �
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having achieved no unscrupulous wrong-doings on record �
& having deceived no one in particular �
i think i should very well � �
go freely into that good and godly night � �
and yet �
and yet �
and yet �
and yet �
why do you entreat me so bad? �
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have i not been brotherly all the while? �
a fine specimen in the american style. �
inverted in the womb and ever after, �
bent to a bit of natural sedition perhaps, � �
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but really its all, really, simply a bit of a laugh, please understand, � �
this knavish malaria of the spirit is what i mean. �
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jinglejangle � �
what a drag! � �
manacles of the civil dead �
that knot my hands & head. � �
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Fine people of the great State of Parafornia! �
might i contend just now �
what strife has been mine � �
to live amongst your iniquitous kind ! �
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why it is to cry and cry ! �

upon the altar of salacious acquiescence � �

& O how shamefully i abide �

�& swim & swim �

like witches down the upside. �
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