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“They are varmints for money,” old Denis said,
As he took off his hat and scratched his head,
Where he stood in the field with his foot on his spade,—
“Money they never in honesty made.”
As he took off his hat and scratched his head,
Where he stood in the field with his foot on his spade,—
“Money they never in honesty made.”
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