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She's an outbreak of gloom in the cornerAn affront occluded by painShe can moan all four legs off a donkeyAnd persuade it to walk off again.She can curdle the milk in your teacupShe can bore your glass eye to sleepShe can out-glum a manic depressiveShe can drive a blind hangman to weep.She's here as our Union contactOur problems should all go through herBut I think she's too many alreadyIf it's ok with you I'll demur.
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