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1812–1888

There is a young lady, whose nose...

Edward Lear

There is a young lady, whose nose, Continually prospers and grows; When it grew out of sight, she exclaimed in a fright, “Oh! Farewell to the end of my nose!”

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There is a young lady, whose nose... · Edward Lear · Poetry Cove