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Ellery Sneed had one great need |
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To do everything just right, |
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If things were not planned and all done by hand |
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He would ready himself for a fight |
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One afternoon while sitting alone |
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He came to a great realization |
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When it's his turn to die |
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Will there be enough time for plenty of planned preparation |
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With a few minutes thought his decision was clear |
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A fate most perfectly neat |
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Not a friend could remain to witness his death |
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So a terminal wine he would treat. |
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The plan was to hold a very large feast |
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Serving the wine at the end |
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Joining the fun would be everyone |
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He'd been calling his friend |
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Invitations went out, all guests did arrive, |
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The meal looked a great success, |
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Deciding the time he brought out the wine, |
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Up stood a familiar guest. |
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Here's a toast to our gracious host |
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Said Ell's friend |
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Billingford |
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Bluffer Never in my life will |
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I taste but a bite |
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Of a more perfectly planned out supper. |