The Sated One IMPROMPTU AFTER CHRISTMAS DINNER. PUNCH. It may not be – go maidens, go, Nor tempt me to the mistletoe; I once could dance beneath its bough, But must not, will not, can not, now! A weight – a load within I bear; It is not madness nor despair; But I require to be at rest, So that my burden may – digest! |
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