His baggy shorts sagged over knobby knees that tapered into decrepit Reebok sneakers. Jolly nose! the bright rubies that garnish thy tip Are dug from the mines of canary; And to keep up their lustre I moisten my lip With hogsheads of claret and sherry. Jonathan Wild and his bloodhounds, with a hundred others, incited by the reward, will be upon my track. If my conjectures are right, this boy would stay there indefinitely.
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