Wednesday, December 4, 2013

To Lydia (when, Lydia, You (once Fond And True)

To Lydia (when, Lydia, You (once Fond And True)

To Lydia (when, Lydia, You (once Fond And True)

When, Lydia, you (once fond and true, But now grown cold and supercilious)Praise Telly's charms of neck and arms-- Well, by the dog! it makes me bilious!Then...

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Eugene Field

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