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AT A PANTOMIME.
BY A BILIOUS ONE.
AN Actor sits in doubtful gloom,
His stock-in-trade unfurled,
In a damp funereal dressing-room
In the Theatre Royal, World.
He comes to town at Christmas time,
And braves its icy breath,
To play in that favourite pantomime,
Harlequin Life and Death.
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