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My second, worn with pompous pride,
My first had dangling at his side,
On chain securely hooked.
My first he came from o’er the sea,
A bundle of conceit looked he,
And he was all he looked.
She led him to the village green,
Where in desponding mood was seen
My whole, with drooping head.
“Behold,” she said, “a perfect, true
And striking likeness, sir, of you!”
And, laughing, gaily fled.
is solved by Donkey.
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