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William Ernest Henley - London Types: Sandwich-Man
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An ill March noon; the flagstones gray with dust; 
An all-round east wind volleying straws and grit; 
St. Martin`s Steps, where every venomous gust 
Lingers to buffet, or sneap, the passing cit; 
And in the gutter, squelching a rotten boot, 
Draped in a wrap that, modish ten-year syne, 
Partners, obscene with sweat and grease and soot, 
A horrible hat, that once was just as fine; 
The drunkard`s mouth a-wash for something drinkable, 
The drunkard`s eye alert for causal toppers, 
The drunkard`s neck stooped to a lot scarce thinkable, 
A living crawling blazoning of Hot-Coppers, 
He trails his mildews towards a Kingdom-Come 
Compact of sausage-and-mash and two-o`rum!
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