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TO MY DRUMMING CHUM.

AN ODE AFTER THE MANNER OF SWIFT.

O my chum!

For you drum

On the floor,

On the door,

On the stove,

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Walls above,

On my chair, -

Everywhere.

"So's a hen,"

You mildly answer then.

This is rot.

You cannot

Get the flam.

You said damn.

And I swear

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