A friend of mine, a Mr. Kemp

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A friend of mine, a Mr. Kemp
Made a strong brew and when he’d quaffed a
Quantity, his maniac laughter
Rang from roof and rang from rafter
His speech was wild, his conduct dafter.
He said “I feel beside myself,
“Who cares for money ; what is pelf
“To me who rules the ocean waves ?
“Time was made for dolts and slaves.”
Small rooms appeared like yawning chasms ;
But as he recovered, pain in spasms

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