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Post by dazb on Feb 7, 2005 15:26:01 GMT -5
A COLLIER’S LOT
It was never likely To end in glory More chance of pain And something gory. Should have tried another trade A tiller man or tiller girl Become a Sir or Baroness Not this life of aimlessness. Throw the peasant a florin, James Beware his hooves And breath of flames.
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