Friday, December 23, 2016


I have my little girl at home with me,
And I find that I am filled up with glee.
My little girl and I are going to see
What kinds of things are out there in the town
Where we now live; we will go up and down
The major streets, and I will off the gown
That I have long assumed as the Clerk's heir.
She and I will go as we have e'er,
As daughter and her father without care,
For the winter bites not with its cold,
And my daughter's young, though I feel old
Despite not many years--I've not been bold,
But I'll not bind her to my reticence,
Knowing doing so breeds sorrows hence.

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