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Bric-a-brac Repaired My neighbor is closeted All day With lovely ladies, They hold his hands and weep. If one should smile at me I would wipe away her tears With my apron, And join together The broken wings of her grief. I will ask my neighbor To bring me a lovely lady To mend. . . He is walking down the street Swinging a stick