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Who told Creed Haymond he was witty? -- who / Had nothing better in this world to do? / Could no greased pig's appeal to his embrace / Kindle his ardor for the friendly chase? / Did no dead dog upon a vacant lot, / Bloated and bald, or curdled in a clot, / Stir his compassion and inspire his arms / To hide from human eyes its faded charms?
If not to works of piety inclined, / Then recreation might have claimed his mind.