In his prime
He had no time
Counted his dime
In a rhyme

He lived in swell
Anywhere he dwell
People could smell
Anyone could tell

Time it changed
People they ranged
Whatever he spawned
Someone had pawned

He took that cent
Felt little bent
All that was lent
Just could pay the rent

Treat me well
He made a yell
And then he fell
In the hell

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