Overheard on the Rees-Dart trip: "It's not that I want it; it‘s just that I can't bear to miss out on anything."

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Let the wise ones grow wrinkled and furrowed of brow
In their feverish chase of the lucre,
But give me the peace of the lonely outback
And a bed in the fragrant manuka.

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Here's to the sucker wot lives in the city -
He'll never get lost -
Ain't it a pity!

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Ballade of Soporific Absorption
So, Prince, you suggest I've bolted my shot?
Well, like what you say, and. soul your damn!
I'm an upple litset by the talk you rot —
But I'm not so think as you drunk I am.

Sir J. O. Squires