Volume 10 — HARD[10]
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HARD[10]
BY TOM MASSON
I wrote some foolish verses once On love. Unhappy churl! The metre makes me shudder still, I sent them to a girl. I know that girl, and if I should, Like Byron, wake some day To find Fame written on my brow, She'd give those lines away. So now I have to watch myself Each hour. Oh, hapless plight! For if I should be great, of course, Those lines would come to light.