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Oct 2014
The boy stood on the burning deck,
His ******* to the mast,
A very wise precaution
When Oscar Wilde went past.

But Oscar was a wily chap
And threw the lad a fritter;
And when he stooped to pick it up
Oscar ****** him up the *******.
Edna Sweetlove
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Edna Sweetlove  London
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