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A FAIR ELECTION.

But when this toyish maiden

Said she must return erelong,

Like an igneous irruption

He poured forth his soul in song.

HE."In hammering stone saucepans

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There's no delight for me,

In fishing for the trilobite

No pastime there can be;

My only joy in life

Is but to promenade with thee,

So come, sweet love, with me."

SHE."The savage pterodactyl

Is fluttering in the sky,

The iguanodon upon the sea

Is madly splashing by,

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