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Poems and Songs of Robert Burns
Riddell
epitaph for mr. walter riddell
sic a reptile was wat, sic a miscreant slave,
that the worms ev'n damn'd him when laid in his grave;
“in his flesh there's a famine,” a starved reptile cries,
“and his heart is rank poison!” another replies.
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