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Should he leave, or swallow pride? The gunner wavered,
once again too long. Mystery piqued him, but he was secretly alarmed
to note That Meg O'Brien now held him too With a slender thread
of care. So who's the dude? He tried to growl. So who's this
wondrous guy Who rode from wee Bangalamoo, into the starry night?
Well, um, it's kind of hard to say, Stumpy scratched his ear.
This bloke turned up at dawn Bug-eyed from the road, I thought
another hoon, But then he took a hand with that PC -- Things
flew. I sat there like a startled chook And later asked for clues,
begged him for a key, But he just laughed and took off like blue
smoke.
…to be continued
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