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Dorothy Parker - VictoriaDorothy Parker - Victoria
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Dear dead Victoria  Rotted cosily; In excelsis gloria,  And R. I. P. And her shroud was buttoned neat,  And her bones were clean and round, And her soul was at her feet  Like a bishop`s marble hound. Albert lay a-drying,  Lavishly arrayed, With his soul out flying  Where his heart had stayed. And there`s some could tell you what land  His spirit walks serene (But I`ve heard them say in Scotland  It`s never been seen).
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