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Upon Spokes.

Robert Herrick

Spokes, when he sees a roasted pig, he swears
Nothing he loves on't but the chaps and ears:
But carve to him the fat flanks, and he shall
Rid these, and those, and part by part eat all.

(C) Robert Herrick
07/03/2019


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