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thee croak'ed sound of penury....an al'legory

Iaye b'ought me some money for t'fix
me little frog,yeah, thee dead one over
there \ yeah,yeh, so Ieye bought s'mor
money t'fix this
deathshit againagain+again....buying money
b'ought no time, as
time
is money when frogs die (o,ye croakers! alas!)
� � � � when frogs die
they doth go,go,go hither['d]'n'yon--- per thee
� � � � pittances of penury,

(as thus the pedant had warned my bless'ed
� � � � apparition)

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