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At five precisely out went La Marquise
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
Bard I adore your endless monologue
And let you off from your opinions glum
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum
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