F 1 S H E R M A N • S L U c; K No fish, bait all gone, motor dead, and towed by a tub. All singing. \Xc Wont Be Home Till Morning. Poetic Injustice A POET sat »iy r.?er1y ponds*^ And dreamed fair dreams of stocKs and bonds.He sanjf so wistfully and well.He found, at last, his Songs would sell.Alas!…
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