SOUR GRAPES.
Flirted 1 "Well, I guess jou'd think so —
Met last season at the Springs, Hurt to death by Cupid's arrows —
'Gad, how hard the rascal slings I Dover told roe she was married,
Said her heart was light as aii ; "Wouldn't trust a wqman, Johnson,
Matters not how sweet or /air. Fickle as the wind that wanders
Through the, fields of clorer bloom ; One day lilted with happy fancies, Next day plunged in deepest gloom. "When I spoke of love, she answered,
With a twinkle of the eye : " Should I listen to your rapture
Homeonewhom I know would die," Biggest flirt I met last summer, Beat them all upon my life ; Glad she showed her hand so freely, Just escaped — by Jove I—your1 — your wife?
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Taranaki Herald, Volume XXXVII, Issue 8211, 3 November 1888, Page 4
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127SOUR GRAPES. Taranaki Herald, Volume XXXVII, Issue 8211, 3 November 1888, Page 4
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