Experiences of a greenhorn, and other poems . her tongue would speed up faster Being loosed by oil of strife. She was meaner than the meanest Like a storm cloud in the sky. Reader of her faults thou gleanest. Would that you might taste her pie. Better tis to speak of gracesThan to speak of peoples the grace that oft effacesAnd our baser judgement can hold no brief for badnessYet Id rather sing than sigh,Hence I do recall with gladnessNot those faults that well baked pie. 92 Experiences cf a Grosiihorn OPERATION ON A CHILD Our little boy got sick one day We took him to a doc
Experiences of a greenhorn, and other poems . her tongue would speed up faster Being loosed by oil of strife. She was meaner than the meanest Like a storm cloud in the sky. Reader of her faults thou gleanest. Would that you might taste her pie. Better tis to speak of gracesThan to speak of peoples the grace that oft effacesAnd our baser judgement can hold no brief for badnessYet Id rather sing than sigh,Hence I do recall with gladnessNot those faults that well baked pie. 92 Experiences cf a Grosiihorn OPERATION ON A CHILD Our little boy got sick one day We took him to a doctor, A first rate surgeon and M. D. —No spine-jab chiropractor. He said Theres just one thing to do, He needs an operation A^nd though all other thngs ycu try Youll come to my persuasion. We took our boy to hospital And put him on the table I stayed right with him through It all And glad that I was able. It took just fifteen y. >nutc2, Yes, five multiplied by three. A moments space: but seemed that day Eternty to me. And Other Poems 93. ?* «#
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