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                        Story 125
              Calculating Keith

                       Keith

   Picked up his scythe by its sneath
To shear some sprigs to make a wreath

       To gift his dying Aunt Lolith
        Hoping that this slick trick
    Would pull him out from beneath

                    His debts
And out of Edinburg’s ghetto of Leith

  With the cash she’d soon bequeath

                                                      Story 126

                             Seething

      If per chance a doctor were to unsheathe
       A scalpel to help some little baby teethe,
Do you think its mother would an•xious•ly breathe ?
       Do you think she might an•gri•ly seethe ?
And in court, do you think he’d wor•ried•ly grieve ?

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