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'Twas the night AFTER Christmas - Liberty on the Lighter Side
'Twas the night AFTER Christmas and all through the house Not a creature was stirring, especially the mouse. As he lay on the sofa he rubbed his fat belly. He barely could stand as his legs felt like jelly. While visions of sugar plums danced in his head He groaned "please no more, I'd rather be dead!"