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It was the best of times,
It was the worst of times —
Days of juicy, sweet apples,
Nights of sour limes.
It’s been 200 years
And the Clock still chimes.
Dickens could write of this age,
If he knew of our crimes.
Children still going hungry,
And still working as slaves,
Drinking from muddy rivers,
Living in dark, cold caves.
Dickens is buried in London -
It was the populous call.
People keep reading his novels,
But are they learning at all?
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