Still!

Our foolish neighbour farther up the hill
Already twice before the Bench, again
Has earned more trouble with his private still
He wore a pad to like a well-trod lane
Running his neck into law’s ready noose,
Who only made poteen for table use.
 
It had been something if he’d flashed the stuff
At every c

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