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Proud babies sure
Few could endure,
And fewer love.
You're handsome, dear,
They tell me here,
But when you call
To visit me,
You'll quickly see
I'm not at all.
Tho' I've thick hair,
No caps I wear,
(Nurse says 'tis lawful)—
My face is brown,
And when I frown,
'T is truly awful.
You'll think I'm bold,
Not six weeks old,
To send this letter;
You're twice my age,
And I'll engage
Can write much better.
