THE SCORCHER.
I am monarch of all I survey, There id none ray right to di spate , All the world rushes out of my way, And I scoG." when they call me a brute. Ob. scorching! How groat are tho charms Which cyclists have found in thy race. *Ye ride amid constant alarms, And we never diminish the pace. I am out 01 humanuy's reach, And I have no regard for men's bears ; With ruy horn I can raito such p, screech That it smothers poor injury 'a groans. But the p'licernen who everywhere , throng | My " form " with malignity see ; | They boatt they will catch me ere bng — ■ , And their malice is shocking to mo !
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Waimate Daily Advertiser, Volume III, Issue 40, 1 September 1900, Page 1
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115THE SCORCHER. Waimate Daily Advertiser, Volume III, Issue 40, 1 September 1900, Page 1
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