With Apologies to Thomas Hood I remember, I remember Cho little hat I wore, 10 little feather smartly wet, The buckle that it bore, All said it was a charming They seemed to like the sight, But though it's not yet worn cub It looks a perfect fright, I romombor, I remember Lust winter's stylish coat.
Tt bloused where all chic coma should blouse, It struck a stylish note.
It had expensive linings, Was trimmed with fur quite dewr But now it is a refuges'
hope she's not too quec 1 remember. I remember the dress I bought Inst spring used to think its lengthy skirt Was the most modish thing was a frumpish ignorance; But it's no joy to know Wil never reach the heights of style, The fashions alter so!
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