She was forced, on reflection, to ponder
How, strangely, of late, she’d grown fonder
Of somebody who
She’d not marry, she knew,
But whose hands she’d already let wander!
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She was forced, on reflection, to ponder
How, strangely, of late, she’d grown fonder
Of somebody who
She’d not marry, she knew,
But whose hands she’d already let wander!