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STRANGE PIE that is almost a passion,
O passion immoral for pie!
Unknown are the ways that they fashion,
Unknown and unseen of the eye.
The pie that is marbled and mottled,
The pie that digests with a sigh;
For all is not Bass that is bottled
And all is not pork that is pie.
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