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  Shall like to make Nice pies and cake, And share also.

But now good bye, 'Tis time that I    Your patience spare, May you each day In love repay A parent's care.

 

My Cousin, dear, I almost fear To write to you; So rare your wit 'T is surely fit, My words be few. 