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I'm too sleepy to read, and too lazy to write;
So I'll watch the blue rings, as they eddy and twirl,
And in gossamer wreathings coquettishly curl.
In the stillness of night and the sparseness of chimes
There's a fleetness in fancy, a frolic in rhymes:
There's a world of romance that persistently clings
To the azurine curving of Cigarette Rings!
What a picture comes back from the past-away times!—
They are lounging once more 'neath the sweet-scented limes: