The Goblin June-July 1922 . HMpm 21 Packing a Mean Lyre Twas on the street car, I first spied her As her mother sat beside her; How I longed to help and guide her, From that swaying Belt Line she sat in her completenessJust a perfumed bunch of sweetness,And her ankles in their neatness— Oh!—the swerving of the car,Oh the swerving and the curving of the the bells had stopped their ringingAnd the straps had stopped a-swinging,Then her smile came swiftly winging— Through that crowded Belt Line Car;But her mother soon reproved herAnd as soon as it behooved her,She was up, and had r

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The Goblin June-July 1922 . HMpm 21 Packing a Mean Lyre Twas on the street car, I first spied her As her mother sat beside her; How I longed to help and guide her, From that swaying Belt Line she sat in her completenessJust a perfumed bunch of sweetness,And her ankles in their neatness— Oh!—the swerving of the car,Oh the swerving and the curving of the the bells had stopped their ringingAnd the straps had stopped a-swinging,Then her smile came swiftly winging— Through that crowded Belt Line Car;But her mother soon reproved herAnd as soon as it behooved her,She was up, and had removed her From that bumping Belt Line Car,From the bumping and the jumping of the we crossed an intersection,I awoke from deep reflectionOf the versatile collection On a jaunty Belt Line men withstanding pressureFrom fat ladies born of leisure,Jumbled up to make good measure. On a crowded Belt Line Car—On a groaning and a moaning Belt Line

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