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Laughing And Sneering
By Henry Lawson
What though the world does me ill turns
And cares my life environ;
I’d sooner laugh with Bobbie Burns
Than sneer with titled Byron.
The smile has always been the best;
’Tis stronger than the frown, sirs:
And Venus smiled the waves to rest;
She didn’t sneer them down, sirs.
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