'Twas the night before trial, when all through the war-room, The team reviewed a document, more high light and zoom; The exhibits were marked and prepared with care, In hopes they would be admitted; and the judge would be fair. The jury was nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of a settlement filled their heads; And the client pacing nervously, notebook in my lap, While I wished for a strong, intravenous frappe. When out on the corridor there was such a clatter, I sprang from my seat to see what was the matter. What was that strange noise; way out in the hall, A jolly laugh, perhaps it was nothing at all. When, what to my curious eyes should appear, But a senior partner, did he ever instill fear! He was dressed all in red, from his head to his foot, And his cuff links were massive; and covered with soot! A bundle of discs, he had slung on his back, And he looked like a vendor just opening his pack. What was this extra data, at such a late hour? The thought of loading it al...
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