Spare me the cheesy smiles. Spare me of your thoughts. Spare me of your sympathy and spare me of your spout. Spare me the bitterness, oh all the hatred and cheer, Spare me O’ spare me of more than anything, yourself.

To you ‘O Law School, whom I love oh so very much much. This is one time too many that I can’t take you up.

Oh yes, I am tired and old, bored and so very mould, I think I should sleep and not bleep and trot, trot, trot, I am off, off, off.

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