The Love Sonnets of a Hoodlum by Wallace Irwin
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There are other babies on the bunch, and no doubt he is, long ere this,
consoled with a "neater, sweeter maiden" to whom his Muse will sing again a happier refrain. In this hope we close his dainty introspections and await his next burst of song! Gelett Burgess. San Francisco, Nov. 1, 1901 [*] Note, for instance, the potential mood used indicatively in the current colloquial, "Wouldn't that jar you!" An Inside Con to Refined Guys Let me down easy, reader, say! Don't run the bluff that you are on, Or proudly scoff at every toff Who rattles off a rag-time con. Get next to how the French Villon, Before Jack Hangman yanked him high, Quilled slangy guff and Frenchy stuff And kicked up rough the same as I. |
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