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THE WEATHER-COCK'S COMPLAINT-Concluded |
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Creak, creak, creak, creak! the old cock growls, " I think I'm the most ill used of fowls; I never foretold bad weather yet. But you went in while 1 got wet; Say what you may, I don't think it's right To keep me twisting from morning to night." ' (47) |
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