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Thursday, May 18, 2017
Shape Up Or Ship Out, You Swine
Tut-tut now, we know they say
All the world’s a stage but
Then again, it’s not
Your oyster, mate—
Though it could be
If you were but a god-
Damn watchdog standing
Sentinel at the pearly gates.
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