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Poem

The Notice that is called the Spring
Is but a month from here –
Put up my Heart thy Hoary work
And take a Rosy Chair.

Not any House the Flowers keep –
The Birds enamor Care –
Our salary the longest Day
Is nothing but a Bier.

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