The other night I met a girl,
She was dressed without a speck;
A clean white dress and nice white shoes—
But, oh, my Gosh, her neck!
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Cheer Up!
It’s the songs you sing,
And the smiles you wear,
That’s making the sunshine
Everywhere.
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“Hurry Now!”
_The tempting curve of your full, sweet lip,_
_Shows you full ripe, and well should you be tasted,_
_Make use of time, let not advantage slip;_
_Beauty within itself should not be wasted:_
_Fair flowers that are not gathered in their prime,_
_Rot and consume themselves in little time._
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