The Suitor
So oft' he used to pass my way, and
merrily nod and pass the time of day
with a polite lift of his tall bola-hat
then he'd wander off again
His stature was somewhat portly
yet his nature charming just the same
I knew him to be a gentleman
with hat and gloves and cane.
One day he stopped and bowed so low
twas' not an empty gesture
for he became a suitor and I his wife
and he passes by no longer.
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