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A Sticky End
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....and so it begins
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And then, from out his innards came a most unusual sound
Something like an ice-cream van, doing its summer round
He thought, "that's strange, for beans I did not eat,"
"And what might this miasma be, now creeping round my seat?"
'Twas far too late, for vengeful Fate gave him what he deserved:
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