It was the norm to introduce the desk,
Towards the work of a variation or two,
Still the prosecution required the Bible.
And still the descent to decent courtrooms,
Without the property offering connivances,
I rubbed there the power off my column or spine.
Those were the leftovers of my meal,
Presented before a lawyer, so impressive
That he rented my book, so bowels were deprivation.
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