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MY LEGACIES.
When I read, as oft it happens,
That some kicky millionaire,
Has just died and left a fortune
For his relatives to share,

Then I say alas!—if only
That old chap had known me,
If I'd had the happy fortune
To have been his legatee.

For although I've been remembered
By departed kith and kin,
I have never had the present
Of a legacy of tin.

Uncle Samuel always liked me,
Though he could not leave me wealth,
But I have the gout in memory
Of his poor rheumatic self.

And Aunt Mary, heaven give her
All the peace that she deserves,
Left me as a last memento
A large legacy of nerves.

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