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THE IMPETUOUS BREEZE

AND

THE DIPLOMATIC SUN


A Boston man an ulster had,
An ulster with a cape that fluttered:
It smacked his face, and made him mad,
And polyglot remarks he uttered:
  "I bought it at a bargain," said he,
  "I'm tired of the thing already."

The wind that chanced to blow that day
Was easterly, and rather strong, too:
It loved to see the galling way
That clothes vex those whom they belong to:
  "Now watch me," cried this spell of weather,
  "I'll rid him of it altogether."

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