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Опубликовано 22 February 2005 - 12:04 PM

Tobacco Leaves

edited by John Bain Jr.,
copyright 1903, H. M. Caldwell Company, Boston, MA

After Hood

I remember, I remember,
The pipe that first I drew;
With red waxed end and snowy bowl,
It perfect was, and new.
It measured just three inches long,
'Twas made of porous clay;
I found when I began to smoke,
It took my breath away.

I remember, I remember,
In fear I struck a light;
And when I smoked a little time,
I felt my cheeks grow white;
My nervous system mutinied,
My diaphragm uprose,
And I was very, very ill ––
In a way you may suppose.

I remember, I remember,
The very rod he got,
When father, who discovered me,
Made me exceeding hot.
He scattered all my feathers then,
While, face down, I reclined;
I sat upon a cold hearthstone,
I was so warm behind.

I remember, I remember,
I viewed the rod with dread,
And silent, sad and supperless,
I bundled off to bed.
It was a childish punishment,
nd now 'tis little joy
To know that, for the selfsame crime,
I wallop my own boy.

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