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On hospitable thoughts intent	A
To me the Inner Temple sent	A
An invitation	B
A garden party 'twas to be	C
And I accepted readily	C
And with elation	B
Good reason too but oft the seeds	D
Of reason flower in senseless deeds	D
	-
I stood as savage as a bear	E
For not a human being there	E
Knew I from Adam	F
I heard around in various tones	G
So glad to see you Mr Jones	G
Good morning Madam	F
It seemed so painfully absurd	H
To stand and never speak a word	H
	-
I brought my doom upon myself	I
And there I was upon the shelf	I
In melancholy	C
Why say you did I go at all	J
I once met Chloris at a ball	J
And in my folly	C
I went and suffered all this pain	K
In hopes to see her once again	L
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Of strawberries a pound at least	M
I ate and made myself a beast	M
With tea and sherry	C
And raspberries I ate and trembled	N
Until I felt that I resembled	N
Myself a berry	C
But 'twas the berry that at school	O
We used to call a gooseberry fool	O
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The I C R V F band droned on	P
While guests had come and guests had gone	Q
Since my arrival	R
My brow grew gloomier with despair	E
And on it sat the guilty air	E
Of a survival	R
Of some remorse for ancient crimes	S
Wrought in the pre historic times	S
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My seventh cup of tea was done	B
My seventh glass of wine begun	B
Then of her coming	T
I was aware nor shall forget	U
How she and that brown sherry set	U
My brains a humming	T
Well should I be rewarded soon	V
For all the weary afternoon	V
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Her eyes looked vaguely into mine	W
Without as much as half a sign	W
Of recognition	B
My heart my heart the blow was sore	X
But you have often been before	X
In this condition	B
As said the bard of old those eyes	Y
Are not my only Paradise G	C

James Williams

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