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Sunday, July 12, 2015

When Myra Smiles



When Myra used to smile at me
     It thrilled me through and through;
Two dainty dimples lurked beneath
     Two eyes of dancing blue.

But Myra’s smile has lost its charm,
     It cannot hope to win,
For Myra’s lost a big front tooth
     And hasn’t one put it.



July 12,

    1915 

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