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The demented Town Crier,

Whose words carried so far,

But his actions further still,

Some welcomed, most not.

Ruffled too many feathers,

Ruffled more post-mortem,

Just a bald bird remained,

And closet skeletons out.

He knew where the elite,

Had buried their secrets,

That was his safeguard,

For his lupine sacrifice.

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