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Josiah Jones
Hear me Josiah Jones, Josiah Jones, Making money was never your thing. Your daily bread, you’ve always got On your desired platter of gold
Thus, for the skill to mine gold Thou has not even a soft spot Once in abundance, now wealthy with nothing A proverb has thou become oh Jones!
For nonchalance, thou now feast on bones But bones with unbuttered bread is something! Thou saith, but Belle-wise thou…
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