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Now that it’s chilly inside,with lackluster Ivacuum the stairsin my winter coatin lieu of letting you seewhy I must leave youin steps of one through three. Ah me!If, if you please,prettily grant to meserenity to escape these thingsI cannot paint;with no medium to changethe things I can,and to an honest man.I might want to say,“a smile gets you no place”.Were I a pin-upin a tea-cup, I’d straightawaypour a few sweet drops of victorystraight into my soliloquy.Wishing wily while I still vacuum the stairs. Ah me! From Letras Mania