 | When life is young |  |
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IN A BREEZE
There once was a man with a sneeze,Who always would sit in a breeze.
When begged to take shelter
He 'd cry: “I should swelter!”
And straightway go on with his sneeze.
| When life is young | |
Who always would sit in a breeze.
When begged to take shelter
He 'd cry: “I should swelter!”
And straightway go on with his sneeze.