A Rhyme for Time

 
 
   
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Jenny kiss’d me when we met,
    Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
    Sweets into your list, put that in!
Say I’m weary, say I’m sad,
    Say that health and wealth have miss’d me,
Say I’m growing old, but add,
    Jenny kiss’d me.
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Leigh Hunt was a Romantic. I wish we were all so lucky.         -Aida
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