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Das....

Robyn..     

Oh Pooh! You have me now I see.

You sit, you rub your hands with Glee.

I'm sunk and gone without a trace,

Quite soon you will have won this race.

I hope this Quaker place we meet,

has draughts boards there, on which I'll beat,

You face to face and eye to eye.

'Till then a huffed, resigned sigh.