Lost Verses: Les Miserables: Ten Little BulletsTen little bullets in my hand,
ten little snipers neat and clean —
one for the king of this great land,
two for the aristocracy,
three for the bishops and the clergymen,
four for the prefects of police —give me a chance, I’ll take the lot of them —
ten little chances to be free.
Close your eye, I’ll say when, count to ten.-James Fenton
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