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Lines Written Under The Conviction That It Is Not Wise To Read Mathematics In November After One’s Fire Is Out

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In the sad November time,
When the leaf has left the lime,
And the Cam, with sludge and slime,
Plasters his ugly channel,
While, with sober step and slow,
Round about the marshes low,
Stiffening students stumping go
Shivering through their flannel.

Then to me in doleful mood

Rises up a question rude,
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Nick C 27 December 2014

I feel your feels, Maxxy.

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