The Last Laugh

John Betjeman

I made hay while the sun shone.
My work sold.
Now, if the harvest is over
And the world cold,
Give me the bonus of laughter
As I lose hold.

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• John Betjeman : Upper Lambourne
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• John Betjeman : Winter Landscape
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• John Betjeman : South London Sketch
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