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[Two Seidlitz powders, one in blue]
Two Seidlitz powders, one in blueAnd one in white, together drew,
And having each a pleasant sense
Of t'other powder's excellence,
Forsook their jackets for the snug
Enjoyment of a common mug.
So close their intimacy grew
One paper would have held the two.
To confidences straight they fell,
Less anxious each to hear than tell;
Then each remorsefully confessed
To all the virtues he possessed,
Acknowledging he had them in
So high degree it was a sin.
The more they said, the more they felt
Their spirits with emotion melt,
Till tears of sentiment expressed
Their feelings. Then they effervesced!
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Of wrath on friends and sympathetes
The good old rule who won't apply,
That you are you and I am I.
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