Monday, September 3, 2012

In Spadger's Lane Comments

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Ole Mother Moon 'oo yanks 'er beamin' dile
Acrost the sky when we've grown sick o' day,
She's like some fat ole Jane 'oo loves to smile
On all concerned, an' smooth our faults away;
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Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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