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BABY'S COLD.
Back from off his fevered templesBrush his struggling locks of gold,
Hear his deep stentorious breathing,
Little darling's caught a cold.
Hasten, get the soapstone heated,
Place it at his chubby toes,
Speed thee for the mutton tallow,
Grease the little darling's nose.
January 19th, 1883.
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