December 2009
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Christmas Day In The Workhouse
Christmas Day In The Workhouse by George R. Sims
It is Christmas Day in the workhouse, And the cold, bare walls are bright With garlands of green and holly, And the place is a pleasant sight; For with clean-washed hands and faces, In a long and hungry line The paupers sit at the table, For this is the hour they dine.
And the guardians and their ladies, Although the wind is east, Have come in...
“It infuriates me to be wrong when I know I’m right.”
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