..Debris . es to drink from that old pump. It breeds nightmares, hocus-pocus, Germinates tuberculosis. Snakes, rats, tadpoles and muskeeters. All vermin except Prime Kieffers, Insects, worms, bones, fleas and grizzle In conglomeration drizzle. Pneumonia, fits, grip and colic Make th old pump a place of frolic. Chills and mumps and meningitis. All microbes and germs that eat us. If what doctors say is true. Are found, old rotten pump, in you. If this is a progressive age, In which every days a page, Why tolerate such measly junk? Like a perpetual flunk. Like gnarled old stumps in a flower bed.
..Debris . es to drink from that old pump. It breeds nightmares, hocus-pocus, Germinates tuberculosis. Snakes, rats, tadpoles and muskeeters. All vermin except Prime Kieffers, Insects, worms, bones, fleas and grizzle In conglomeration drizzle. Pneumonia, fits, grip and colic Make th old pump a place of frolic. Chills and mumps and meningitis. All microbes and germs that eat us. If what doctors say is true. Are found, old rotten pump, in you. If this is a progressive age, In which every days a page, Why tolerate such measly junk? Like a perpetual flunk. Like gnarled old stumps in a flower bed. Like unkind words best left unsaid. Like custard worms in a red rose, Like crusty warts on your girls nose. Like discord in a song of praise— Clouds of omen on sunny days. EnvoiMurky drops from old pump rotten—Been there for ages preserve good health its clearOur boys ought to drink Bohrers Beer,And girls there automobiles mountAnd go in quest of a soda fount. C. What the Tower Bells Tolled. The chimes pealed nine;I turned to go. Why should my MadgeSay to me no?All my pleadings Have touched her not—So hard of heart-No tender spot. Believe me, Jack,She said at last; I speak the truth: Even the chimes,Answering back, Give you, forsooth,The self same now! The chimes shall one Nay, nay! Not only serve ; A nein shall not My purpose dulcet tones Of those same chimesI begged for yeaA thousand times. The clock struck ten,Eleven, twelve!And still I plead. Xein, spake it once. Listen, Madchen, Do as you said— It now speaks won Art thou?Ay, ay I Grand Larceny One more day, he said, and then paused. And then what? she queried. And then Ill leave this gay old college life. Hut wont you be awfully lonesome away off in South America? Ves, Alice, but you know every lane has a turning, and my college laneturns into one for business in South America. But here, our drive is ended dont see any light in your house. I wonder it your folks have returned. I
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