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| The sidestep past cops, the chase up a ramp, |
| the sly duck, the quick jump to a ladder, |
| the rung-by-rung scramble, the cops madder |
| and madder, the get-away by the scamp |
| into the fog, the reappearance by the scamp |
| before the sun, the mustachioed face gladder |
| and gladder, the eyes inexplicably sadder, |
| the light above like a trillion watt lamp, |
| and still the ladder, the ladder, hands and feet |
| up the ladder, the wry wink, the scamp's hat |
| almost blown off by wind, the smile so proud |
| as the scamp leaps like a cat onto a cloud, |
| and finds a jew's harp and vaudeville fiddle-- |
| God's fey organ grinder in the middle. |
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