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A Domestic Tragedy

 Clorinda met me on the way
As I came from the train;
Her face was anything but gay,
In fact, suggested pain.
"Oh hubby, hubby dear!" she cried, "I've awful news to tell.
" "What is it, darling?" I replied; "Your mother -- is she well?" "Oh no! oh no! it is not that, It's something else," she wailed, My heart was beating pit-a-pat, My ruddy visage paled.
Like lightning flash in heaven's dome The fear within me woke: "Don't say," I cried, "our little home Has all gone up in smoke!" She shook her head.
Oh, swift I clasped And held her to my breast; "The children! Tell me quick," I gasped, "Believe me, it is best.
" Then, then she spoke; 'mid sobs I caught These words of woe divine: "It's coo-coo-cook has gone and bought A new hat just like mine.

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