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A Game of Lawn Tennis
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What wonder that I should be dreaming Out here in the garden to-day? The light through the leaves is streaming,-- Paulina cries, "Play!"
The birds to each other are calling, The freshly-cut grasses smell sweet; To Teddy's dismay, comes falling The ball at my feet.
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