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Candy Is dandy, But liquor Is quicker
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…
The hunter crouches in his blind ‘Neath camouflage of every kind And conjures up a quacking noise To lend allure to his decoys This grown-up man, with pluck and…
Now when I have a cold I am careful with my cold, I consult a physician And I do as I am told. I muffle up my torso
O all ye exorcizers come and exorc…
There was a young belle of Natche… Whose garments were always in patc… When comment arose On the state of her clothes, She drawled, When Ah itchez, Ah…
Behold the duck. It does not cluck. A cluck it lacks. It quacks. It is specially fond
As I was going to St. Ives I met a man with seven lives; Seven lives, In seven sacks, Like seven beeves
Let’s straighten this out, my litt… And reach an agreement if we can. I entered your door as an honored… My shoes are shined and my trouser… And I won’t stretch out and read…
Barber, barber, come and get me; Hairy torrents irk and fret me. Hair and hair again appears; And climbs like ivy round my ears. Hair across my collar gambols;
In spite of her sniffle, Isabel’s chiffle. Some girls with a sniffle Would be weepy and tiffle; They would look awful,
The hands of the clock were reachi… In an old midtown hotel; I name no name, but its sordid fam… Is table talk in hell. I name no name, but hell’s own fla…
A girl whose cheeks are covered wi… Has an advantage with me over one…
In Baltimore there lived a boy. He wasn’t anybody’s joy. Although his name was Jabez Dawes… His character was full of flaws. In school he never led his classes…
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.
