The Premiership
¶ 1
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Just like Pip we hope to climb the social ladder,
Saying goodbye to old Joe Gargery,
Aspiring to Estelle, no wag in the crowd, she,
Hoping that Miss Havisham will be our benefactor.
But Magwitch and Joe the blacksmith,
Remind us of our taproom roots.
Who wants Great Expectations
When the consequence is usury?
Far better sincerity and authenticity.
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