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With a tip of his hat, and a spin to the back, Came a winking spry man named Turn-About Jack. He was dapper and thin, any fight he could win, with his slick, silver tongue behind a ...dead while he runs. Yet no one can catch him, we still bow to his whim! 'Cause who couldn't trust a man who's so trim? So with a tip of his hat, and a spin to the back, Goes a winking spry man named Turn-About Jack.
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