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Tom told his dog called Tim to beg,
And up at once he sat,
His two clear amber eyes fixed fast,
His haunches on his mat.
Tom poised a lump of sugar on His nose; then, "Trust!" says he;
Stiff as a guardsman sat his Tim;
Never a hair stirred he. "Paid for!" says Tom; and in a trice Up jerked that moist black nose;
A snap of teeth, a crunch, a munch,
And down the sugar goes!
Walter de la Mare
Walter John de la Mare (25 April 1873 – 22 June 1956) was an English poet, short story writer, and novelist. He is probably best remembered for
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