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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374812" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Single-Handed Team</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We’re more than partners, Ned 'n' me, <br>Two sections permanently righted. <br>Yiv seen us on the mooch, maybe, <br>Like remnants lovin'ly united. <br>Ned's only got one stump, the left; <br>By 'appy chance I've got its brother, <br>Of his two dukes he's been bereft; <br>My left was mauled, 'n' had to go, <br>It fortunitly 'appens though, <br>I kept the other. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ned lost one ear, the left, 'n' struth, <br>He dropped the correspondin' weeper. <br>A Hun he crooled me lovely youth <br>By bombin' out me right 'and peeper. <br>He done a guy too with me ear, <br>The right, 'n' now I dunno whether <br>'Twas Fate's intention, butt it's clear <br>When trimmed each as the other's mate <br>'Twas up to us two, soon or late, <br>To get together. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Board ship there's me like arf a peach, <br>'N' Ned's the other arf, but soon it <br>Strikes' Bill Carkeek that side by each <br>We makes a satisfact'rv unit. <br>A 'andy cobber on the ship <br>Fakes up for us a set of clutches <br>That damps us firmly hip to hip. <br>In seven minutes we can peg <br>The mile out on a timber leg <br>'N' two steel crutches. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We now go halves, like Si'mese twins, <br>'N' as a team I hold we're bosker— <br>The blighter on the street that grins <br>Has got to deal with Edwin-Oscar. <br>At balls we two-step, waltz, 'n' swing, <br>'N' proppin' walls no one has seen us. <br>When at the bar I never ring <br>The double on ole Ned. For both <br>One hand must serve, 'n', on me oath, <br>It's fair between us. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We jolt one knife 'n' fork, 'n' find <br>One horse enough for both to ride on, <br>And neither feller rides behind. <br>Some sez we put a pile of side on. <br>Well, where's the single-handed brace <br>Will take us on? We'll put the peg in, <br>Train fine, 'n' jump, or box, or race, <br>Or wrestle them; 'n' more than that <br>To clinch a match, so 'elp me cat, <br>We'll throw a leg in! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He's five feet eight, I'm little less; <br>He's Roman, I'm a sort of Proddy; <br>But no sectarian bitterness <br>Will disunite this sec'lar body— <br>We're hitched for good, we're two in one. <br>Our taste's the same, from togs to tipple. <br>But, straight, it makes me sad, ole son, <br>To think if he should croak or me, <br>The pore bloke what is left might be <br>A bloomin' cripple.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edward+George+Dyson">Edward George Dyson</a><div class=q>
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Two sections permanently righted. 
Yiv seen us on the mooch, maybe, 
Like remnants lovin'ly united. 
Ned's only got one stump, the left; 
By 'appy chance I've got its brother, 
Of his two dukes he's been be..."></div>
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