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Mere Gibberish?
It’s not mere gibberish we’re seeing here Maybe he griped all night in his beer Maybe his genteel thoughts live in fear A haunted gangling of memory in his ear Garbled values, but he holds them dear Let’s take a gander while lingering near All of his words cannot be deemed queer It’s not mere gibberish that you and I hear
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