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THE CRIME

The Craven

Once upon a midnight dreary,

While I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a volume bleary

That was simply Greek to me,

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While I plodded, hotly cramming

For divisional examming,

Came a craven fear so damning

Damning hope for my degree,

"I've but one more week," I shuddered,

"After that the third degree."

Quoth the Craven, "No A. B.!"

Ah, it was a queer sensation

Cramming during Spring vacation,

For my precious concentration

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