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Sure, deck your limbs in pants, Yours are the limbs, my sweeting. You look divine as you advance . .… Have you seen yourself retreating?
People live forever in Jacksonvil… But you don’t have to live forever… The entrance requirements for gram… You only have to live until your c… From that point on you start looki…
When I remember bygone days I think how evening follows morn; So many I loved were not yet dead… So many I love were not yet born.
Senescence begins And middle age ends The day your descendents Outnumber your friends.
I didn’t go to church today, I trust the Lord to understand. The surf was swirling blue and whi… The children swirling on the sand. He knows, He knows how brief my s…
I find it very difficult to enthus… Over the current news. Just when you think that at least… And that is why I do not like the…
Consider the auk; Becoming extinct because he forgot… Consider man, who may well become… Because he forgot how to walk and…
Nothing makes me sicker than liquor and candy is too expandy
Beneath this slab John Brown is stowed. He watched the ads And not the road.
Go hang yourself, you old M.D.! You shall not sneer at me. Pick up your hat and stethoscope, Go wash your mouth with laundry so… I contemplate a joy exquisite
Celery, raw Develops the jaw, But celery, stewed, Is more quietly chewed.
Tell me, O Octopus, I begs Is those things arms, or is they l… I marvel at thee, Octopus; If I were thou, I’d call me Us.
Bound to your bookseller, leap to… Deluge your dealer with bakshish a… Lean on the counter and never say… Wodehouse and Wooster are with us… Flourish the fish-slice, your butt…
First a little Then a lottle
Master I may be, But not of my fate. Now come the kisses, too many too… Tell me, O Parcae, For fain would I know,