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MET a gaunt Aquarian, His nose was long and blue; He looked so bad, that watery cad, 'Twas painful him to view; Adown his face there rolled apace A salt and bitter tear; Alas!" he cried (and sore he sighed), "They've licensed cider and beer!

We thought we'd drawn our leading-strings Around the state so tight,