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Jonathan Swift - On Himself
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ON RAINY days alone I dine  
Upon a chick and pint of wine.  
On rainy days I dine alone  
And pick my chicken to the bone;  
But this my servants much enrages,          
No scraps remain to save board-wages.  
In weather fine I nothing spend,  
But often spunge upon a friend;  
Yet, where he’s not so rich as I,  
I pay my club, and so good-bye.
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