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I flow by tainted, noisome spots,
A dark and deadly river;
Foul gases by forget-me-nots,
Which haunt the air forever,
I grow, I glide, I slip, I slide,
I mock your poor endeavor;
For men may write, and men may talk,
But I reek on forever,
I reek with all my might and main,
Of Plague and death the brewer;
With here and there a nasty drain
For I am the common sewer,
By fetid bank, impure and rank,
I swirl a loathsome river;
My breath is strong though I am weak
Death floats on me forever.