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 POEMS. 147

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��HP HEY won't frown always, some sweet day They '11 recollect how cold I looked,
 * ~ When I forget to tease,

And how I just said ' please.'

Then they will hasten to the door

To call the little child, Who cannot thank them, for the ice

That on her lisping piled.

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