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POEMS BY CLARA A. MERRILL
"Oh! mercy! no,"—it was no use.
She could not eat a mite
She hardly ever cared for much—
She had no appetite!—
She could not eat a mite
She hardly ever cared for much—
She had no appetite!—
Strange, wasn't it? that one day she
Could eat a slice of steak,
Potatoes, and a ham sandwich,
With coffee, pie and cake,—
Could eat a slice of steak,
Potatoes, and a ham sandwich,
With coffee, pie and cake,—
Yet the next day, when her beau was nigh
What changes it did bring!
She was so dainty and so frail
She could not eat a thing!
What changes it did bring!
She was so dainty and so frail
She could not eat a thing!
