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JANET

I remember
That November
When the new November child
On this old world woke and smiled.
Here's a woman,
Sweet and human,
And they call her Janet, now—
I can't make it out, I vow.

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It only seems
One night of dreams;
Years they say; how do they plan it?
What's become of Little Janet?
Never mind;
She's good; she's kind;
Age can never bend or win her;
There's a heart of youth within her.