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NOT A GRIEF NOR LOSS,
NOT A BED WHERE TO TOSS,
NOT A PAL WITH A CROSS,
YET ALL ARE CHINESE JOSS.
NOT A BURDEN TO BEAR,
NOT A CHAGRIN TO SHARE.
NOT A FAINT SIGH OF CARE.
NO ONE WITH WHOM TO DARE.
NOT A JOY NOR TEAR,
NOT A CLOY NOR CHEER,
NOT A HOY NOR VEER,
BUT A PLOY FULL OF JEER.
NOT A SHADOW SO BLEAR,
NOT A MEADOW SO CLEAR,
NOT A FELLOW SO NEAR,
NO ONE PERSON DEAR.
NOT A FROWN NOR LAUGH,
NOT A CROWN NOR STAFF,
NOT A BROWN FAT CALF,
STILL I AM CUT IN HALF.
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