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William Carlos Williams

William Carlos Williams

To a Friend

Well, Lizzie Anderson! seventeen men—and
the baby hard to find a father for!
 
What will the good Father in Heaven say
to the local judge if he do not solve this problem?
A little two-pointed smile and—pouff!—
the law is changed into a mouthful of phrases.

#Americans #Modernism #XXCentury

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