When with me the play she goes,I much admire the buds and bowsAnd all that on Kate’s headgear grows.But when some other night I seeThat hat between the stage and me,My taste and Kate’s do not agree.
by Ellis Parker Butler
And thus the people every year in the valley of humid July did sacrifice themselves to the long green phallic god and eat and eat and eat. T...
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