Poems showing the absurdities of English spelling - ETNI

I wish you were A long with us here, Hale and limber as we are, Glad and gay and free from care; You would love it here, I know With the Spring upon us now. 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. ................
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