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''I often sit back and think, "I wish I'd done that," and find out later that I already have.''
Poor Tray charmant! Poor Tray de mon Ami! -- Dog-bury, and Vergers. Oh! where shall I bury my poor dog Tray, Now his fleeting breath has pass'd away? Seventeen years, I can venture to say, Have I seen him gambol, and frolic, and play,