Son, never boast of the bird you have done.
Masters of the art of crime never serve
A scrap of time. They may shit on everyone.
They keep their noses clean. A fable says,
There was a crooked horse who kicked an ass
For being an ass, and down the line
He got stitched up by his mule.
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