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BORES.

These bores from being quite complete.

I sit in study in my room

(Too often spared by Goody's broom),

And strive some tardy work to end,

When some one knocks. In comes a friend.

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He takes a seat: aside I lay

My book, and comment on the day.

My friend (we 'll call him Jack for short),

One of the endless-talking sort,

Is quite afraid that it will rain

Before the summer comes again.

He then goes on to tell the news, -

How Thunderbolt has got the blues,

And Jones was warned in Pol. Econ.,

And Smith got only 91;

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