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A RHYMED RIDDLE
FEBRUARY 14, 1876
“I'm going to blank,” with failing breath,The fallen gladiator said;
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One gasp—the hero soul has fled.
“I'm going to blank,” the school-boy cried;
Two sugared sweets his hands display,—
Like snow-flakes in the ocean-tide
They vanish, melted both away.
Tell with one verb, or I'll tell you,
What each was just about to do.
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