December letters:
no response greets the New Year,
but embers' fetters.
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My stockbroker said: 'Do not wait!
If you hesitate it is too late!
Buy Burmah, one ten,
an upturn is certain,
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“Now is the time! ” it is said,
“for good men of the party, abed,
to rush to the aid
of the underpaid,
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Keep some ten percent in hand,
it is best to do.
Pick a share in every land,
or, if you can, two.
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Poor people pledge their petty pile
as agile agents act awhile.
Revile them as, with smirk and smile
the Temple they defile in style.
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The Press has still to mention,
we’ve yet to know about,
every new invention
that we can’t live without.
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Soundly sleep in dreamland deep
as silver stars the night sky creep,
till Horus the horizon leap,
Hyperion, his horses sweep.
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Little Lucinda came to tea,
she wasn’t asked by you or me,
but when she left it seemed that she
and sunlight would for ever be
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