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"IT'S MY OWN INVENTION."
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I shook him well from side to side,
Until his face was blue:
'Come, tell me how you live,' I cried,
'And what it is you do!'



He said 'I hunt for haddocks' eyes

Among the heather bright,
And work them into waistcoat-buttons

In the silent night.