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C J Dennis - His Bread And His Art
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It was an actor, seedy, sad,
   Who stood within the gate;
Long weary marches he had had -
   He had not dined of late.

He sighed: "I hope I don`t intrude.
   Believe me or I die:
For days I have not tasted food.
   A stranded player I."

"An actor man?" the lady said.
   "What is your favourite role?"
"Hot, madam, and with butter spread,"
   He answered from his soul.
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