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A linchpin that doesn't fit the axle!
The hardest way
It came to my head,
If a linchpin doesn't fit
The axle,
It is as good as dead!
An honest man
Amidst many a ragamuffin
Is just like one the last nail
Is hit on whose coffin!
Thursday 28th July 2016 4:04 pm
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