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. Syllabus. Rhymes of a 8t)ellin<(Reformer An Irishman sat on a quay,A-drinking his afternoon tuay,When a sailor came by,Who winked with one shouted, Hows fishing to-duay? A Chinaman, wearing a que,Politely addressed those he knue. When he opened a door He bowed to the smilingly said, After A maiden once stood on the face was contorted with fier, If I should fall down,I know I would drown,And that would feel dreadfully quier! A deacon in church gave a snore. When questioned what he did itReplied, When I dozeI breath through my noze. But Ill never do so any mor
. Syllabus. Rhymes of a 8t)ellin<(Reformer An Irishman sat on a quay,A-drinking his afternoon tuay,When a sailor came by,Who winked with one shouted, Hows fishing to-duay? A Chinaman, wearing a que,Politely addressed those he knue. When he opened a door He bowed to the smilingly said, After A maiden once stood on the face was contorted with fier, If I should fall down,I know I would drown,And that would feel dreadfully quier! A deacon in church gave a snore. When questioned what he did itReplied, When I dozeI breath through my noze. But Ill never do so any more! fore A man who had never seen snough Thought hed sample some, Just for a blough. With a cough and a sneeze He fell on his kneeze,And mumbled, Oh my, thats enough! —Ruth Wood lev. 219
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