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THE CRIME

The front row seats began to fill,

And through my vest there ran a thrill.

The chorus!

The curtain rose, the lights went out,

A buxom sight, a buxom shout,

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As all the burlesques dashed out.

The chorus.

Comedians may give a kick

To him who likes a wanton trick,

But buxom beauty I shall pick.

The chorus.

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