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Only tyrants run from Poland like a dog annoyed by flies. {{...}}
We applauded your arrival, played the gittern and drank wine,
Did our best that you feel welcome: ; all you ever did was whine,
Call us drunks and take our earnest hospitality for vice.
You ungrateful, savage aliens! We are tired of being nice.</poem>
