(A house, in the village.)
MAN
My little house must think it queer
To watch my woods fill up with snow.
(He looks out his window, at his woods, distant, wistful. Curtain.)
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“To please not call me ‘Doctor’”
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Smiles to go
Before I sleep
Not yet! The afternoon is young (sort of).
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