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Tuesday, October 4, 2022

The Spoons & Quincunx

Our pact the judge rules null. 
The left flank of a hull. 
     Court of Appeal / port of a keel 

Get me all the breaking news.
Let them Speen boys pay their dues.
     Spill the beans / bill the Speens

He slinks about, singin' the blues
on account of (he says), "Where's me shoes!"
When I point out some putti
(no feet -- so, no bootie),
he still moans 'bout payin' his dues.

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