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At the club
private as a fart
this man of money
to keep his wit in
an after-dinner glass
and his family in a false
laborious account
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Poemas sobre el tema «club» en Poets.by.
The Listener
His name was Tim McKay,
And he seldom had anything to say.
But he came to the club regularly
And listened to all our discussions.
He'd nod his head and smile,
And give us a toothy-giggly grin,
And he always seemed to understand.
Tim has gone on now.
And we all miss him down at the club.
We used to sit and talk to Tim for hours.