ALL HE LACKED.
The poet took a quire or more Of paper fresh and white, And sat down at bis costly desk Where he was wont to write. He chose with care a golden pen Quite suited to his hand. And picked him out a choice cigar, One of the finest brand. His inkstand had been freshly filled, And blotters lay around To dry his ink when with success His labours bad been crowned. He bad a licence, too. and yet, In spite of all his pains He failed. He had been fitted out With everything but brains.
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XIX, Issue X, 28 August 1897, Page 320
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98ALL HE LACKED. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XIX, Issue X, 28 August 1897, Page 320
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