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William Ernest Henley - London Types: Hawker
Work rating: Low

Far out of bounds he`d figured—in a race 
Of West-End traffic pitching to his loss. 
But if you`d see him in his proper place, 
Making the browns for bub and grub and doss, 
Go East among the merchants and their men, 
And where the press in noisiest, and the tides 
Of trade run highest and widest, there and then 
You shall behold him, edging with equal strides 
Along the kerb; hawking in either hand 
Some artful nothing made of twine and tin, 
Cardboard and foil and bits of rubber band: 
Some penn`orth of wit-in-fact that, with a grin, 
The careful City marvels at, and buys 
For nurselings in the Suburbs to despise!
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