She
used to strike his fancy in the days of long ago,
Trudging
homeward from the schoolhouse in the quiet afterglow;
He
courted her and wed her, but they weren’t nicely paired,
And
things that later happened, well, they oughtn’t to be aired.
As
a maiden she was quiet, full of comeliness and grace;
She
used to strike his fancy, yes, but now she strikes his face.
May
18, 1908
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