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Glass was the Street—in tinsel Peril
Tree and Traveller stood—
Filled was the Air with merry venture
Hearty with Boys the Road—

Shot the lithe Sleds like shod vibrations
Emphasized and gone
It is the Past's supreme italic
Makes this Present mean—

Edited by Peter Carter

Added: 2 Apr 2003 | Last Read: 30 Aug 2008 3:17 PM | Viewed: 5007 times

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