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ADA'S SPELLING
A letter reached me yesterday
That made my heart exceeding gay;
“I am,” the writer begged to say,
“Affeckshunilly Yores.”
That made my heart exceeding gay;
“I am,” the writer begged to say,
“Affeckshunilly Yores.”
I seemed to glimpse the curls of gold
Upon the paper, fold by fold,
While Ada was, with scratches bold,
“Affeckshunilly Yores.”
Upon the paper, fold by fold,
While Ada was, with scratches bold,
“Affeckshunilly Yores.”
And now I wish I dared to write
To Auntie Prim this very night
And end the letter, with delight,
“Affeckshunilly Yores.”
To Auntie Prim this very night
And end the letter, with delight,
“Affeckshunilly Yores.”
I thank you, Ada, for your skill
In giving me so sweet a thrill,
And trust you think of me as still
“Affeckshunilly Yores.”
In giving me so sweet a thrill,
And trust you think of me as still
“Affeckshunilly Yores.”
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