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The Blues in the Plight

Cabbages & Kings

Twas the week of probation, and all through the House

Not a "Deke" man was stirring, not even a souse.

The proctors were placed by the chimney with care,

For fear that a female might be snuck in through there.

And even societies all were restricted

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From whatever it is to which they are addicted,

So with crepe on his sleeve and no girl on his lap,

The Bulldog settled down for a long winter's nap.

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