In the mire we will trod
fuel in a fire
without nod
things not dire
lust another bod
you will tire
chastened by the rod
keep the prior
what a fraud
hearts a liar
perhaps odd
less the buyer
first puts god
not to offend
one has choice
rules dont bend
hear her voice
oh Rhet, Rhet
ERNEST CLARY
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