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I can’t abear a butcher,
I can’t abide his meat,
The ugliest shop of all is his,
The ugliest in the street;
Bakers’ are warm, cobblers’ dark
Chemists’ burn watery lights;
But oh, the sawdust butchers shop
That ugliest of sights.

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