A Good Riddance.
What! lost your temper, did you say? Well, dear, I wouldn’t mind it; It isn’t such a dreadful loss — Pray do not try to find it.
Twas not the gentlest, sweetest one As all can well remember; We have endured its every whim From New Year till December.
It drove the dimples all away, And wrinkled up your forehead; And changed a pretty, smiling faee To one—well, simply horrid.
It put to flight the cheery words. The laughter and the singing; And clouds upon a shining sky It would persist in bringing.
And it is gone! Then do, my dear Make it your best endeavour To quickly find a better one, And lose it—never, never! SYDNEY’ DAYRE.
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXVIII, Issue XXI, 24 May 1902, Page 1049
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120A Good Riddance. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXVIII, Issue XXI, 24 May 1902, Page 1049
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