.In the chest of a dealer hammers and smelts a foul charge,
As he smoothes sour cream from his moll's pony and metes her an unholy barrage, (o the living is hard).
Of a rank Summer Saturday here, drunk on domestic beer,
The burnt English girls bray like mares, the men leer like snakes..
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