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Champion Turned Scorpion

Only Last week with his Holy Bible, I had to challenge Sam’s loaded pistol, The whole spectacle indescribable Thoughts of “Who did in him new thoughts instill? This could yield cops’ visit and his arrest Some dark cell his new place of ordered rest If with it Sam appeared in a luncheon He would not escape the first truncheon… Now, I judge him Maverick Champion With his loaded shot gun A Scorpion, Though, his being with it might be protective, To be snooping around him Detective With possible orders to make shameful What The Anxious User had thought gainful.

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