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Jacob

A wrestling River has run its cause A quick recce and all is sorted Be not a Miner or mariner for promises they cannot meet The spite of the bitter leaves up to the knee With a scheming and storm in a teacup I was thinking too fast With a sinking of peculiarities underscored Jacob has drawn my blood but with a wink and a guile perhaps we can grin après moi le deluge

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