I
meet her in the darkened hall,
Too dark to know the miss there;
I
struggled till I found her lips
And planted then a kiss there.
You
think I’m going to say I thought
It was my sweetheart Fannie,
And
then discovered, to my grief,
It was my sister Annie.
Not
so, I kissed her once again,
Not once I failed to miss her;
Then
struck a light, and O, my grief!
‘Twas Fannie’s pretty sister.
c.
April 13, ‘09
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