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THE FOLLY OF BROWN.

By a General Agent.

I KNEW a boor—a clownish card,
(His only friends were pigs and cows and
The poultry of a small farmyard)
Who came into two hundred thousand.

Good fortune worked no change in Brown,
Though she's a mighty social chymist;
He was a clown—and by a clown
I do not mean a pantomimist.

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