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Monday, April 05, 2010

The Last Laugh

by: John Betjeman (1906-1984)
I made hay while the sun shone.
My work sold,
Now, if the harvest is over
And the world cold,
Give me the bonus of laughter
As I lose hold.



When I see a steamed up window I must draw a smiley face.

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