I
met her in the hall,
‘Twas dark, no sound was heard;
I
kissed her, that was all,
And neither spoke a word.
And
O, what risk I ran,
I’ll rue it all my life;
It
wasn’t pretty Anne,
It was in truth my wife!
Sept.
21, ‘95
B.
Courier,
Sept.
29, ‘95
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