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Lady, lady, should you meet
One whose ways are all discreet,
One who murmurs that his wife
Is the lodestar of his life,
One who keeps assuring you
That he never was untrue,
Never loved another one...
Lady, lady, better run!
-- Dorothy Parker, "Social Note"
Voiceless it cries,
Wingless flutters,
Toothless bites,
Mouthless mutters.
Then here's to the City of Boston,
The town of the cries and the groans.
Where the Cabots can't see the Kabotschni
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