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>> John Memoria <<
Mary of propriety. Your John, so hung, has shunned society. We knew he'd leave, But never guessed as chaste away.
Discharge of this onus, May well be my bonus,
For there are things That I'd like to say. Heaven comes not to us easy, But hell made us, but not John, so queasy, So, Wile away While away, John. Boxed free of worries gone. Let's drink to his fun, Not that it's done, And Slug one to his acknowledged son. Oh, Down one for each bastard that he never claimed. One for resolve he never sustained. One for that horse which he always bet, Six for the debt. Ay, the debt. Well, Before this hole is filled anon,
By God, I know we'll miss you John. Oh, and say hello to Mary's mother. Thanks to God, she spawned no other.
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