Saturday, October 23, 2010

A Hapless Girl

She looks importantly about her,

While I am arranging my eye-glasses;

Seeing me put them on,

She made for my bench;



Now I can see her seated by me;

Then I lay my newspaper on her lap.

Blushed, she flings it away,

And says she is in a rush;

Henceforth, I feel disappointed

And remorseful.

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