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180 "And shall I get so plump and fresh,
 * And look no longer seedily?

My skin will henceforth fit my flesh
 * So tightly and so -ly?"

The phantom said, "You'll have all this,
 * You'll know no kind of huffiness,

Your life will be one chubby bliss,
 * One long unruffled puffiness!"

"Be off," said irritated.
 * "Why come you here to bother one?

You pharisaical old snob,
 * You're wuss almost than t'other one!

"I takes my pipe—I takes my pot,
 * And drunk I'm never seen to be:

I'm no teetotaller or sot,
 * And as I am I mean to be!"