Franklin P. Adams

Capitolo 20

       I don't lacerate
       My hair that it becomes bald
              Neither swearword;

I leave so sentimental show
To bards as Shelley, Keats and Poe
       I spill only me
       Some ink, Myrtil-
              The, this way.



Myrtilla is third degree

    (With deep arcs to the heirs of Adelaide Ann Proctor,
               administrators and it assigns.)


Before I have trust in my Fate to thee,
  Or it puts my hand in thine--
(This is an easy parody,
  Without a change of line.)
Before me the danger all for thee, question thy animates to-night for me.

It is there, inside thy you dream weaker,
  Did this fear ambition Myrt?
Hast you the ghost of a desire
  To bring a hobble[Footnote: the "Harem", or anything is to enter the future,
                              can you/he/she be replaced here.] the skirt?
Then, to some pain or it cost, oh, tells me in front of all it is lost.

You still seem more depth. Dost underlines
  The most greater part of words in writing the letters?
Or "Local" writes on envelopes?
  Says, first I tie my chains.
Doesn't do false pity of exchange the hit, but in true mercy tells this way me.

Once more. Dost you, in easy discourse,
  Does ever make fall "some kind?"
Art you to nutmeg in a cake
  Did it tilt unalterably?
If aught of these, houseservant of mine to court there is not completely anything doing.



To Myrtilla Lagnando him


Myrtie, You the weeping that the bard has neglected Him,
  Past you, forget her it did alone her.
Bless him/it, Myrtilla I never suspected her
  He/she would ever speak to me, sweet in that tone.

Myrtie, you say that my poems are penned to you
  Only in days when I don't have anything to do,
Otherwise I don't have anybody duration to frequent to you,
  Others, you say, it is heavier than You.

Sweet, you declare me I don't have enough duration for You,
  Yes, and you say that I hold You but light,
Only when it pressed face me spool by a rhyme for You

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Mrs. Myrtilla, You right has spiced out him.



Christmas Schede


ME

TO THE GROCERY BOY

Before you send me on that card