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or, FROM THE LANES OF 'LOO
The crescent moon and clock tower are fair above the wall / Across the smothered lanes of 'Loo, the stifled vice and all, / And in the shadow yonder -- like cats that wait for scraps -- / The crowding cabs seem waiting -- for you and me, perhaps.