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A drabble tail a trample—a empty coddle cap
Three swindlers came to Helpstone to bait a gulley trap
They sought for flats in every town & twas by fooling ninneys
To take their metal brimengham for makebelieving gineas

& so they made their cullys were the skulls was over thick
& made believe that guineas could be made from burning brick
So kilns were built & bricks were made—& when they came to settle
Their tricks were nought but make believe & bricks all like their mettle
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