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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!—
Strange, wasn't it? that one day she 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!
