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THE CRIME

Look to Your Laurels, Oh Ye Mighty Radcliffe Women

There was a sword, tempered and straight,

And she would hang it at a man's side,

And be a gallant friend.

But he wanted a softly feathered dove

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To flutter and lie

In the shielding hollow

Of his two hands.

--The Radcliffe News.

(Ed. note: Shoot the stuff to me, fluff.)

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