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"I SAY, JOHNNY BULL, LET'S FORM A TRUST.
WE'LL HOLD THE SHARES WHILE THE OTHERS
HOLD THEIR BREATH."
—Your Uncle Simmy.
^ ^ ^ ^
KNOTT DEAD.
Here lies a man that was Knott born.
His father was Knott before him>
He lived Knott, and did Knott die,
Yet underneath this stone doth lie.
Knott christened,
Knott begot.
And here he lies
And yet was Knott1




