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| WE don’t get any too much light; | |
| It’s pretty noisy, too, at that; | |
| The folks next door stay up all night; | |
| There’s but one closet in the flat; | |
| The rent we pay is far from low; | 5 |
| Our flat is small and in the rear; | |
| But we have looked around, and so, | |
| We think we’ll stay another year. | |
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| Our dining-room is pretty dark; | |
| Our kitchen’s hot and very small; | 10 |
| The “view” we get of Central Park | |
| We really do not get at all. | |
| The ceiling cracks and crumbles down | |
| Upon me while I’m working here— | |
| But, after combing all the town, | 15 |
| We think we’ll stay another year. | |
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| We are not “handy” to the sub; | |
| Our hall-boy service is a joke; | |
| Our janitor’s a foreign dub | |
| Who never does a thing but smoke: | 20 |
| Our landlord says he will not cut | |
| A cent from rent already dear; | |
| And so we sought for better—but | |
| We think we’ll stay another year. | |
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