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Charles Dodgson (Lewis Carroll)

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Then proudly smiled that old man
To see the eager lad
Rush madly for his pen and ink
And for his blotting-pad –
But, when he thought of publishing,
His face grew stern and sad.
--
Poeta Fit, Non Nascitur, last st.
--
The Lang Coortin', last two sts.

 
Charles Dodgson (Lewis Carroll)

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