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Exorcised

SPIED a bit of Care today
Looked as black as anything,
But as he came up the way,
I began to sing.

Songs and trills that thrilled with glee,
Songs of Joy, and peace, and dawn-
Then I peeped out warily
Mr. Care had gone !

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