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- John Welles, said he
- I do rightfully decree,
- that your old man, aged eighty-three,
- was abused by thee.
- On the lawn out front,
- he had an accident,
- and you dragged him inside
- so nobody would see.
- Ashamed he was,
- knowing you were cross,
- when you washed and beat him clean.
- Frail he is,
- small as this.
- While you were tall and lean.
- John Welles, said he,
- I do rightfully decree,
- that under your care,
- he’ll no longer be.
- And in time you’ll find,
- when you’re old and blind,
- that there is no place
- for your kind.
- Alcohol-soft,
- you’ll say you’re free.
- But they’ll hide the whisky,
- and bring the tea.
- John Welles, said he
- I do rightfully decree,
- the life you took,
- be taken from thee.
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