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1849–1916

WHILE CIGARETTES TO ASHES TURN

James Whitcomb Riley

“He smokes — and that's enough,” says Ma — “And cigarettes, at that!” says Pa. “He must not call again,” says she — “He shall not call again!” says he.

They both glare at me as before — Then quit the room and bang the door.— While I, their wilful daughter, say, “I guess I'll love him, anyway!”

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