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QUACK! QUACK![1]
Quack! Quack! I am on the rack,
You promised to end my pain;
For a little wealth you'd restore my health
You said; yet here I've lain
For weary weeks and for mournful months,
With pangs that are only known
To the tortured victim of the Quack,
- ↑ Item, August 20, 1880.
