Poems showing the absurdities of English spelling

Everything we need we have And, oh, the precious hours we save For the things we really love, But for which we vainly strove, Pressured by the noisy rush Of the city's whirl and push. Oh come, dear friend, do come Here with us to make your home. [Also in SPB Summer 1976 p18] The Hired Man, by Anon. ................
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