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Are you oldwife, mem'ry-laden,
Or a matron, blithe and bustling,
Or some fair insectile-maiden,
For a placid future hustling?
Were you watched by wingéd swain,
As you fluttered to and fro?
Are you—with or without brain,
Handsome, as mosquitoes go?
Or a matron, blithe and bustling,
Or some fair insectile-maiden,
For a placid future hustling?
Were you watched by wingéd swain,
As you fluttered to and fro?
Are you—with or without brain,
Handsome, as mosquitoes go?
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