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THE TALE OF A PONY.

BEING AN ATTEMPT AT GRINDING DURING THE SEMI-ANNUALS.

Such efforts were so trying;

And "setting up" I found was here

Much easier than lying.

I worked on till I was worked up,

My brain was sore with soaring;

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I felt run down, so I just ran up

To bed, and soon was snoring.

The morning came to break my snooze,

It was the break of day, sir;

I got right up, for I'm not a goose,

So pray, why should I lay, sir.

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