Masterpieces of American Wit and Humor by Unknown
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My tendah heart was touched,
Thus said I 'ere My tendah feelings gushed. "But oh a change Hath swept ore me, As billows sweep The 'deep blue sea.' "A voice, a noble form One day I saw; An arrow flew, My heart is nearly raw. "His first pardner lies Beneath the turf, He is wandering now, In sorrow's briny surf. "Two twins, the little Deah cherub creechahs Now wipe the teahs From off his classic feachahs. "Oh sweet lot, worthy Angel arisen, To wipe teahs From eyes like hisen. "What think you of it?" says she, as I finished readin'. |
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