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  • Once I attempted towards a politeness
    Which I, as a pauper, had never been taught.
    Table manners, what were these?
    I learned to use my knife and fork
    On my knees, in the wrong hands,
    Skewiff, like diggers. No napkins, no croutons,
    No dessert spoons, no prayers.
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