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Robert W Service - A Domestic Tragedy
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Clorinda met me on the way
As I came from the train;
Her face was anything but gay,
In fact, suggested pain.
"Oh hubby, hubby dear!" she cried,
"I`ve awful news to tell. . . ."
"What is it, darling?" I replied;
"Your mother — is she well?"

"Oh no! oh no! it is not that,
It`s something else," she wailed,
My heart was beating pit-a-pat,
My ruddy visage paled.
Like lightning flash in heaven`s dome
The fear within me woke:
"Don`t say," I cried, "our little home
Has all gone up in smoke!"

She shook her head. Oh, swift I clasped
And held her to my breast;
"The children! Tell me quick," I gasped,
"Believe me, it is best."
Then, then she spoke; `mid sobs I caught
These words of woe divine:
"It`s coo-coo-cook has gone and bought
A new hat just like mine."
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