Riley Songs of Home by James Whitcomb Riley
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page 33 of 86 (38%)
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And ef we minded God, I guess
We'd _all_ love one-another Jes like one fam'bly,--me and Pap And Madaline and Mother. [Illustration] [Illustration] LAUGHTER HOLDING BOTH HIS SIDES Ay, thou varlet!--Laugh away! All the world's a holiday! Laugh away, and roar and shout Till thy hoarse tongue lolleth out! Bloat thy cheeks, and bulge thine eyes Unto bursting; pelt thy thighs With thy swollen palms, and roar As thou never hast before! Lustier! wilt thou! peal on peal! Stiflest? Squat and grind thy heel-- Wrestle with thy loins, and then Wheeze thee whiles, and whoop again! |
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