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Another Written Upon A Window Where There Was No Writing Before (Epigrams On Windows)
By Jonathan Swift
Thanks to my stars, I once can see
A window here from scribbling free!
Here no conceited coxcombs pass,
To scratch their paltry drabs on glass;
Nor party fool is calling names,
Or dealing crowns to George and James.
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