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  • Upon his way to rob a Bank
    He paused to watch a fire;
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  • Dames should be doomed to dungeons
    Who masticate raw onions.
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  • Since I am sick of Wheels
    That jar my day,
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  • Confound all aberrations which
    Make men do foolish things,
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  • An Englishman was Thomas Paine
    Who bled for liberty;
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  • Father drank himself to death,--
    Quite enjoyed it.
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  • My brother Tim has children ten,
    While I have none.
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  • Great Grandfather was ninety-nine
    And so it was our one dread,
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  • Give me your hand, oh little one!
    Like children be we two;
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  • I asked of ancient gaffers three
    The way of their ripe living,
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  • I'm part of people I have known
    And they are part of me;
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  • Fat lady, in your four-wheeled chair,
    Dolled up to beat the band,
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  • Since much has been your mirth
    And fair your fate,
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  • Said she: 'Although my husband Jim
    Is with his home content,
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  • First time I dared propose,
    A callow lad was I;
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  • Each sunny day upon my way
    A goat I pass;
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  • The aged Queen who passed away
    Had sixty servants, so they say;
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  • They say she speeded wanton wild
    When she was warm with wine;
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  • If on isle of the sea
    I have to tarry,
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  • The Judge looked down, his face was grim,
    He scratched his ear;
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  • Tick-tocking in my ear
    My dollar clock I hear.
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  • Little Annabelle to please,
    (Lacking grace, I grant),
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  • On the tide you ride head high,
    Like a whale 'mid little fishes;
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  • Grimy men with picks and shovels
    Who in darkness sweat unseen,
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  • While I am emulating Keats
    My brother fabrics toilet seats,
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  • Sky's a-waxin' grey,
    Got to be a-goin';
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  • In a strange town in a far land
    They met amid a throng;
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  • He asked the lady in the train
    If he might smoke: she smiled consent.
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  • Why am I full of joy although
    It drizzles on the links?
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  • Upspoke the culprit at the bar,
    Conducting his own case:
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  • 'God' is composed of letters three,
    But if you put an 'l'
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  • France is the fairest land on earth,
    Lovely to heart's desire,
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  • I scanned two lines with some surmise
    As over Keats I chanced to pore:
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  • Alas! I see that thrushes three
    Are ravishing my old fig tree,
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  • 'Why did the lady in the lift
    Slap that poor parson's face?'
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  • I was a seed that fell
    In silver dew;
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  • Each day I live I thank the Lord
    I do the work I love;
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  • I burned my fingers on the stove
    And wept with bitterness;
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  • Her baby was so full of glee,
    And through the day
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