Frank Carves Very Ill, Yet Will Palm All The Meats; He Eats More Than Six, And Drinks More Than He Eats. Four Pipes After Dinner He Constantly Smokes, And Seasons His Whiffs With Impertinent Jokes: Yet Sighing, He Says We Must Certainly Break, And My Cruel Unkindness Compels Him To Speak, For Of Late I Invite Him, But Four Times A Week.
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