Miss Sw-et

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This is a Chick of the right sort, hatch�d by a true ginger hen, her eyes twinkle with the lambent lame of love, and her ruby lips like two Cherries join�d, seem to say, come kiss me, her silver locks braided up, make a net to catch the hearts of all who behold her, she very early became a worshiper of the Cyprian Deity, and continues servent in her devotion to this moment,� Almighty Love has seiz�d her every part, And reigns Sole monarch in her tender heart.