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| "H is for 'H'!" |
No
taste, no smell...
nor none can tell
its hue. (Is't yel-
low stuff...?)
As H it's known.
(This table's shown:
the world can't own
enough.)
Sing to me, O Muse, but not of Wand'ring Jews, nor Ulysses, late of Troy, nor Anchises and his boy. Sing of one instead who never lea...
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