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Show A BAD BREAK. I met my wife on my return; With soulfulnoss my eyes did burn, And clasped her closely to my breast. "Sweetheart," I murmured; "Pet," cried she, Perched lovingly upon my knee. "I kissed your picture every day," Said I, "the time I wasaway." Swift fled the sweet luxurious blush; Succeeded quick the irate flush, And, oh, that open-handed swing! Mothlnks I still can feel the sting. "Liar!" she yelped, in tones of fire; To quench at first I did aspire, But she went on, with eyes aglare1; "You didn't take It with you there!" |