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Foredoomed

Of reprobates the beaver seems
The saddest in creation,
His every instinct kindling dreams
To work for his dam-nation.

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  • Nam
    February 4, 2005
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    I remember this one, I like this one, I like the play on words at the end and how it intergates to the beaver and the 'dam'. A good humorous piece that Father Tabb has written here.