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It hangs down from the chandelier
Nobody knows quite what it does
Its color is odd and its shape is weird
It emits a high-sounding buzz
It grows a couple of feet each day
and wriggles with sort of a twitch
Nobody bugs it 'cause it comes from
a visiting uncle who's rich!
-- To "It Came Upon A Midnight Clear"
Every love's the love before
In a duller dress.
-- Dorothy Parker, "Summary"
By the time you swear you're his,
shivering and sighinga
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