1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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