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Rh "HER DELICATE FORM"

FRANCESCA MIA

AGE, AND THE SCORNER

I hobble, old and halt,

Daily, nightly,

By you, hectoring on the corner,

I know you for a graybeard scorner,

Tho' you raise your hat politely: