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Aye call it murder is ye will	A
'Tis not the crime I fear	B
If his cold curse would but lie still	A
And silent in its bier	C
Then would I be indeed content	D
And count it folly to repent	D
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With these two hands I've slain the knave	E
I've watched the red blood drop	F
I've rammed him tight into his grave	E
And piled the clods atop	F
And tramped them down exultingly	A
Now back he comes to grin at me	G
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Once have I slain him in his bed	H
Twice by the midnight blaze	I
Thrice have I looked upon him dead	H
All in these seven days	I
Yet here this night I've seen him stand	J
And pluck the pen from out my hand	J
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Nay never spook nor sprite is he	G
But solid flesh and blood	K
Who schemes with deep malignity	K
To stint my livelihood	K
And he had vowed a vow my name	L
Shall never grace the scroll of fame	L
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My name he bears my garb he wears	M
My pipes he idly smokes	N
And friend like he but rarely cares	M
To praise my sorry jokes	N
He spends my money lavishly	G
With ne'er a thrifty thought for me	G
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And when my ready cash is gone	O
He runs me into debt	K
Stern duty he will harp upon	P
When I would fain forget	K
But when through toil I would be free	G
He soothes me with rank sophistry	G
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Whene'er with resolutions stern	Q
I sit me down to work	R
And mighty thoughts within me burn	Q
Then forth comes he to lurk	R
Here at my elbow where he clings	S
And whispers of forbidden things	S
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So when I woo some lofty theme	T
Of deep religious tone	U
He lures me on to idly dream	T
As we sit there alone	U
Of girls I have and have not kissed	K
Of favors won and chances missed	K
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He whispers of that tempting book	V
I have no time to read	K
'One peep ' he pleads 'one hasty look	V
Where is the harm indeed '	-
And when I speak of work and sigh	W
''Twill do to morrow ' is his cry	W
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And oft too well I know how oft	K
Beneath his subtle spell	A
I fall and dream of living soft	K
Who know aye none so well	A
That living soft is but for him	X
Who earns his ease with labor grim	X
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Dreams dreams and ever idle dreams	Y
His glowing art I hate	K
Yet pleasant for the hour it seems	Y
His soothing opiate	K
And though I slay him this I dread	K
He oftener alive than dead	K
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Oh I have to be so very sure	G
No later than last night	K
That I had pinned the knave secure	G
And I was free to write	K
Those mighty masterpieces which	Z
To pen my fingers ever itch	Z
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But with his slouch and lazy leer	G
Lo came back he to day	K
With wheedling lips against mine ear	G
He tempted me to play	K
At tennis all the afternoon	A2
Work and resolve forgot so soon	A2
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Yet spite his faults he is I swear	G
A merry knave withal	K
And when I have the time to spare	G
That's seldom if at all	K
I'd roam with him 'mid fields and flow'rs	Y
If he'd be still in business hours	Y
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Each morn I bash him on the head	K
And hide him out of sight	K
Full sure indeed that he is dead	K
But back he comes each night	K
And on the lotus buds we feed	K
When bread and butter is my need	K
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Though many ways his death I've planned	K
And slain him as I've said	K
He takes a lot of killing and	K
He'll never stay long dead	K
And though each day i cause his death	B2
I know he'll live while I have breath	B2
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But let me vow the vow again	C2
The vow I know by heart	K
And here and now with hasty pen	C2
Stab to some vital part	K
And mocked by his departing laugh	D2
Rewrite his oft writ epitaph	D2
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'Here lies the man I should not be	G
By all stern rules of life	E2
The man who's plagued and hampered me	G
All through this mundane strife	E2
A lazy loafing knave was he	G
But sooth he was fine company '	-

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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