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On the Discovery of Cyclone #11 and a Card-Playing Bear . (Limerick) by MacFrantic Come quick and drink it up fast
Wash down all the sea salt and bass
For a sailor to sail
In a cyclone of ale
Will assure a fine mess on the mast
If ever a bear did exist
Who could trump you so soundly at whist
Would you thrown down your cards
And let down your guard
As to warrant a bite on the wrist
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