Jenny Kissed Me
by Leigh Hunt
Jenny kissed 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 missed me;
Say I’m growing old, but add—
Jenny kissed me!
Dearest Cynara, I have broken faith; come what may, life is beautiful today.
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