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A FRAGMENT
(From the Facile Pen of the Editor of the Lartet Lyre)
I never thunk a thought as yet,
Some shinin' wisdom in a chunk, But what I finds some other yap
That same old dreary thought had thunk. Some other yap in other days
His care-worn intelleck had caught Upon the nail of hard luck then,
An' jes' ripped out that same old thought. That same old thought—the one I thunk
Was mine—an* by it set a store, Until I finds it had been sprung
A thousand years or so before. |
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