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PIP.
On his Little Granddaughter To-to making advances to ‘Puppy,’ aged 15.
Pup is blind, and so is Pip,
Pip is deaf, and so is Pup;
As our senses from us slip,
Life must soon be yielded up.
Pip is deaf, and so is Pup;
As our senses from us slip,
Life must soon be yielded up.
Then, my To-to, you must try,
Keeping well the twain apart,
Not to mix that U and I
In the memories of your heart.
Keeping well the twain apart,
Not to mix that U and I
In the memories of your heart.
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