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& pockets with nothing in 
While he hurled at her windows lumps of coke, She slaked her thirst with gin. 
What does it matter.  it soon will end, with the sentinels warders  'Who goes there'
And he'll tearfully answer 'A friend, 3 months' & he'll cry pass
'Devil - May - Care'

This "Burlesque" was written by Jim ODonnell  30th Batt. A.I.F.  at Codford on 20th Oct 1917 -

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