My painted tree, and other poems . stuck up set,Theyll stop right in the corner, jist to hear the old quartet. They say you ought to study thet there hominy an such, But when yer come right down, I think ther studyin tew much; I may need edicatin, but not in thet line quite yet; God giv me my instructin, an Ill teke the Old Quartet. ^Ima mi % Breezy?—Just a —Only the —Very warm all —Quite late in June. Where?—Upon the silvery lake. Who?—Alma and L Fun?—Well now, what would you think? Love?—Hush!—bye and bye. Curls?—A-floatingf in the —Blue as the

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My painted tree, and other poems . stuck up set,Theyll stop right in the corner, jist to hear the old quartet. They say you ought to study thet there hominy an such, But when yer come right down, I think ther studyin tew much; I may need edicatin, but not in thet line quite yet; God giv me my instructin, an Ill teke the Old Quartet. ^Ima mi % Breezy?—Just a —Only the —Very warm all —Quite late in June. Where?—Upon the silvery lake. Who?—Alma and L Fun?—Well now, what would you think? Love?—Hush!—bye and bye. Curls?—A-floatingf in the —Blue as the —Soft, slender, gfraceful —Please dont ask me. I ?—Sat in my new —Also sat —Quite still upon the —I dont know where. Mother?—Sitting —Upon the —No, not in the —Shed loved before. Arms?—Hers clasped in fond —In the same —I had to hold her —Shes only DEC /c 1^03

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