I test my bath before I sit,
And I'm always moved to wonderment
That what chills the finger not a bit
Is so frigid upon the fundament.
Added: 29 Aug 2001 | Last Read: 22 Nov 2009 5:57 AM | Viewed: 3476 times
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Ogden Nash
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