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POEM: EIGHT O'CLOCK BY ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN

Eight O'Clock - by Alfred Edward Housman. He stood, and heard the steeple Sprinkle the quarters on the morning town. One, two, three, four, to market-place and people It tossed them down. Strapped, noosed, nighing his hour...

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