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Market

 went to Market yesterday,

And it is like a Fair

Of everything you'd like to see;

But nothing live is there:

—The Pigeons, hanging up to eat;

And Rabbits, by their little feet!—

And no one seemed to care.

And there were Fishes out in rows,

Bright ones of every kind;

Some were pink, and silver too;

But all of them were blind.

Yes, everything you'd like to touch.—

It would not make you happy much,

But no one seemed to mind.

And loveliest of all, a Deer!—

Only its eyes were blurred;

And hanging by it, very near,

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