Dear LP at this moment solemn l'ofer this tale to your precious column, Each day to the 'Front' I've hied, Sitting at the boy friend's' side: Likewise every day at four You'd find me at his office door. Imagine then my consternation; When he received an invitation, One afternoon at half-past-three To a game of billiards and a cup 0' tea, I calmly said, without a fuss, "That's all right TU take the Bux" We stopped outside the A.P.C. And said good-bye most tenderly. The Bund was quiet and rather eerie;
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