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Show "IT IS WRIT." The Reiser sat in his Auditor chair And heard the Policeman damn, And he smiled as he heard the multifold swear But he kept as still as a clam. Thus for weeks and weeks did he sit and sit And smile as the damns grew loud Until at last thiough his door came a writ Then his hands through his hair he ploughed. And The cried: "For their damns not a damn did I care Nor cared I for all their fuss, n But this writ is a different thing, l swear It hits close home, tor it mandamnsus." |