They haven't got no noses, The fallen sons of Eve; Even the smell of roses Is not what they supposes; But more than mind discloses And more than men believe...
(The problem with obsessively reading a collected set of Chesterton poetry when at school is that it has haunted me for the rest of my life.)
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They haven't got no noses,
The fallen sons of Eve;
Even the smell of roses
Is not what they supposes;
But more than mind discloses
And more than men believe...
(The problem with obsessively reading a collected set of Chesterton poetry when at school is that it has haunted me for the rest of my life.)