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Cyclops Hill by Stewart Stafford
To the cock-fights,
O’er the briny pit,
Grimy coin, grubby fist,
Lip service i’ foaming fit.
Fish or fowl, bestir them on,
I’ll ne’er stop mine’s feat,
An oracle for all-comers,
Frolicsome backing i’ th’ heat.
Odds be the usurer’s friend,
Victor and vanquished spent,
Trudge away in silent mourn,
To kindly pay the tavern’s rent.
© 2026, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.
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