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Ann Taylor - Negligent Mary
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AH, Mary! what, do you for dolly not care? 
And why is she left on the floor? 
Forsaken, and cover`d with dust, I declare; 
With you I must trust her no more.
 
I thought you were pleased, as you took her so gladly,
When on your birthday she was sent; 
Did I ever suppose you would use her so sadly? 
Was that, do you think, what I meant?

With her bonnet of straw you once were delighted, 
And trimm`d it so pretty with pink; 
But now it is crumpled, and dolly is slighted: 
Her nurse quite forgets her, I think. 
 
Suppose now–for Mary is dolly to me, 
Whom I love to see tidy and fair–
Suppose I should leave you, as dolly I see, 
In tatters, and comfortless there. 

But dolly feels nothing, as you do, my dear, 
Nor cares for her negligent nurse: 
If I were as careless as you are, I fear, 
Your lot, and my fault, would be worse. 

And therefore it is, in my Mary, I strive
To check every fault that I see: 
Mary`s doll is but waxen–mamma`s is alive, 
And of far more importance than she.
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