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1842–1904

TO A. R. C.

Arthur Macy

Of all the joys on earth that be There is no sweeter one to me Than sitting with a merry lass From consomme to demi-tasse.

And yet a golden hour I'd steal, Reverse the order of the meal, And countermarching, backward stray From demi-tasse to consomme.

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