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Execution, The : A Sporting Anecdote Hon. Mr. Sucklethumbkin's Story

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My Lord Tomnoddy got up one day;
It was half after two,
He had nothing to do,
So his Lordship rang for his cabriolet.

Tiger Tim
Was clean of limb,
His boots were polish'd, his jacket was trim
With a very smart tie in his smart cravat,
And a smart cockade on the top of his hat;
Tallest of boys, or shortest of men,
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Dr Antony Theodore 25 September 2020
What was to be done? - ' twas perfectly plain That they could not well hang the man over again: What was to be done? - The man was dead! Nought could be done - nought could be said; So - my Lord Tomnoddy went home to bed a great poem indeed. tony
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