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O Mr. Strausmann you'll look this way
And'beoome a pie-faco Borne fine day
From eating those pieB at Don's cafe.
This is for "Billy," of journalist fame,
"Who writeB her roasts in words of flamo
And gives it to everyone just the same.
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We are sorry you got mad,
Mr. Abbott.
"We are very, very , sad,
Mr. Abbott "
But just take this little card,
Your good name will not bo marred,
.And bo present at the Prom,
Mr. Abbott.
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Wo do not wonder that you're dead,
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You'll not be mourned except by those
" Who for a dollar were taken in. .
And now you're gone may you rest in peace
And come no more your victims to fleece.
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And then well, yes we all know who
This is, the man we all go to
When any trouble begins to brow.
We4 hope he will get that old bill through
He has worked hard enough to get through two.
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; This is Polly, the dear little boy,
Whose face is plastered with chunks of joy,
He's just about right, but a little too coy.
To H. E. Newbranch' and
' Two hearts that beat as one."
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