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X. JOAN THAMSON'S MAN.
He fears his wife, who in the street
Leads him about from shop to shop;
His training is a thing complete,
He's taught to carry, and look neat,
And stop wherever she may stop.
Leads him about from shop to shop;
His training is a thing complete,
He's taught to carry, and look neat,
And stop wherever she may stop.
To-day I marked him when a shoal
Of boisterous bachelors cantered by;
At them a greyhound glance he stole:
And this man of the little soul
—His body's over six foot high.
Of boisterous bachelors cantered by;
At them a greyhound glance he stole:
And this man of the little soul
—His body's over six foot high.
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