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Ariel was glad he had written his poems
They were of a remembered
Or of something seen that he liked
Other makings of the

Said the Table to the Chair,'You can hardly be
How I suffer from the heat,
And from chilblains on my feet
If we took a little walk,

A table cloth that's slightly soiled Where greasy little hands have toiled;
The napkins kept in silver rings,
And only ordinary things From which to eat, a simple fare,
And just the wife and kiddies there,

After a man has been married awhile,
And his wife has grown used to his
And style,
When she knows form the twinkle that