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Clement Moore aint got nothing on me
'Twas the Night before Fitzmas
And that noise that you hear
Is the harping of liberals
As Karl's in the clear
It seems only Libby will hang
And take all of the blame
For some nonexistant crime
Re Wilson. And Plame.
But law must prevail!
And perjury ain't right
So Merry Fitzmas to all
To all and good night
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