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Ernest Crosby

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I am a great inventor, did you but know it.
I have new weapons and explosives and devices to
     substitute for your obsolete tactics and tools.
Mine are the battle-ships of righteousness and integrity—
The armor-plates of a quiet conscience and self-respect—
The impregnable conning-tower of divine manhood—
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