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avvaLeigh Hunt (1784-1859)
RONDEAU.
Jenny kissed 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 missed me,
Say I'm growing old, but add,
Jenny kissed me.
RONDEAU.
Jenny kissed 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 missed me,
Say I'm growing old, but add,
Jenny kissed me.
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Date: 2007-10-01 06:19 am (UTC)My memory faintly reacted to this one, indicating that maybe once,
in a galaxy far far away, I had read it; but it's so ever fresh, so fragrant... thanks!no subject
Date: 2007-10-01 09:12 am (UTC)