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Ella Wheeler Wilcox - Smoke
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Last summer, lazing by the sea, 
   I met a most entrancing creature, 
Her black eyes quite bewildered me—- 
   She had a Spanish cast of feature.

She often smoked a cigarette, 
   And did it in the cutest fashion. 
Before a week passed by she set 
   My young heart in a raging passion.

I swore I loved her as my life, 
   I gave her gems (don`t tell my tailor). 
She promised to become my wife, 
   But whispered, `Papa is my jailer.`

`We must be very sly, you see, 
   For Papa will not list to reason. 
You must not come to call on me 
   Until he`s gone from home a season.

`I`ll send you word, now don`t forget, 
   Take this as pledge, I will remember.` 
She gave me a perfumed cigarette, 
   And turned and left me with September.

To-day she sent her `cards` to me. 
   `My presence asked` to see her marry 
That millionaire old banker C—- 
   She has my `presents,` so I`ll tarry.

And still I feel a keen regret 
   (About the jewels that I gave her) 
I`ve smoked the little cigarette—- 
   It had a most delicious flavour.
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