Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.
THE SATURDAY POEM
Jenny kiss’d me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in!
Say I’m weary, say I’m sad,
Say that health and wealth have miss’d me,
Say I’m growing old, but add,
Jenny kiss’d me - Leigh Hunt. 1784–1859
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