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POEMS. 147
��IX.
��HP HEY won't frown always, some sweet day
- ~ When I forget to tease,
They '11 recollect how cold I looked,
And how I just said ' please.'
Then they will hasten to the door
To call the little child, Who cannot thank them, for the ice
That on her lisping piled.
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