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18
THORNS
I was foolish to be sitting,
In the hope of lusty hitting,
While a pair of dally-dillers—
Hard at work as Cricket-killers—
Crept along from Ten to Twenty
Though receiving there in plenty
Just the stuff that gives a Smiter
Heart to be the Ring's Delighter.
In the hope of lusty hitting,
While a pair of dally-dillers—
Hard at work as Cricket-killers—
Crept along from Ten to Twenty
Though receiving there in plenty
Just the stuff that gives a Smiter
Heart to be the Ring's Delighter.
I was foolish to be willing
Thus to sacrifice a shilling
For a dozen jerky dozes
While a Battle of the Roses,
With its dreary set of Singles,
And its total lack of tingles,
Made me dream of mothers sitting
In a garden at their knitting.
Thus to sacrifice a shilling
For a dozen jerky dozes
While a Battle of the Roses,
With its dreary set of Singles,
And its total lack of tingles,
Made me dream of mothers sitting
In a garden at their knitting.
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