Poetry corner

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T'was the night before Fitzmas, and at bars across town
Can't believe that I kept all those Jager Bombs down
The morning has come and I sit in the dark
I cut all my classes, and not on a lark
'cuz the night before Fitzmas I got thoroughly dizzy
and I woke up this morning and they've only nailed Libby.

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