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Brer Congress drew up in front of Old Tar Baby, Internal Revenue Code, and he sez to him, “Put up your dukes, ’cause I’m goin’ to whip you into shape.” Old Tar Baby didn’t say anything or make a move. He just stayed where he was.
Then Brer Congress drew back his right arm, closed his fist and sez, “I’m goin’ to knock the tax shelters out of you.” And with that he let go with his right hand and hit Old Tar Baby on the left shoulder. Old Tar Baby didn’t flinch. But when Brer Congress went to pull back his right hand, he couldn’t. It was stuck fast to Old Tar Baby Internal Revenue’s left shoulder.
Brer Congress sez, “Let me go or I’ll hit you with my left hand and punch out your loopholes.”
Old Tar Baby didn’t say anything and Brer Congress hit Old Tar Baby with his left hand, which stuck fast to Old Tar Baby’s right shoulder, same as Brer Congress’s right hand was stuck to Tar Baby’s left shoulder.
Brer Congress was getting madder than before, sezee, “If you don’t let go of my hands, I’m goin’ to butt you right in the chest, where you is holdin’ all those tax shelters, and tell the people to have nothin’ to do with you.” Old Tar Baby Internal Revenue Code, he didn’t let go of Brer Congress’s hands, so Brer Congress
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