A secret code? Oh, poems, no less. Poems, everyb
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A secret code?
Oh, poems, no less.
Poems, everybody!
The laddie reckons himself a poet!
“Money, get back.
I’m all right, jack.
Keep your hands off my stack.
New car, caviar, 4-star day dream,
Think I’ll buy me a football team.”
Absolute rubbish, laddie!
Get on with your work.