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The text reads:
FEBRUARY by Oliver Herford
"My next," said Time, "you will agree
is new!" With that he mumbled
A Magic charm, when one! two! three!
From out the Hat there tumbled
A flock of little Loves who twirled
And fluttered round like sparrows
And deluged Poor old Mr. World
With myriad darts and arrows.
From Metropolitan Magazine, 1904.
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