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To The Same (Charles Walker again)

CHARLEY  Here I am at last
Quartered in my old position,
Though from having lived so fast
I 'm in rather poor condition.
Came by train to save my feet,
On a walk I wasn't nuts,
Got home drowsy, crabbed and beat,
Pockets empty, ditto guts.

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