Lord, in Thine ample space above,
Grant chauffeurs, petrol, tyres and pumps,
May speed-boats still the oceans cleave
Though waste each frugal instinct jars,
But though young chauffeurs must be grown
Lord, as we chase the seasons round,
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The End
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