Rope a Dope

by grimbeau

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And that, so it was, till now.

The journal arises

on Whitsun Saturday after a prolonged

jojourn in the land of the tetrahedrons,

inspelled by inchohol (how are things in inchaholy?),

in the leantime a beggar become,

so injured the risk of recovery is

now  a threat, like church twice on Sundays,

or school

anyday