Tom Blinks His Nose Is Full Of Weals, And These Tom Calls Not Pimples, But Pimpleides; Sometimes, In Mirth, He Says Each Whelk'S A Spark, When Drunk With Beer, To Light Him Home I' Th' Dark.
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