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Text: “Not a day more than thirty, dear Sir‥

“Not a day more than thirty, dear Sir, on my truth,”
says a lady to one who commended her youth,
“By my troth,” cries a wag, “that must surely be true,
for these ten years she’s told me the same she tells you.”

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