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Show yZ Lenten Chan-tonclte. ' Behold in me a penitent, I've thrust aside the amber brew, Through this and other days of Lent The wine and women I'll taboo. I'll throw away the cigarette For forty days and nights so long; Pass up the grape juice and coquette, But I will not give up my song. No sparkling burgundy to warm The inner man and make him glad; No Three-Star Hennessy to harm, The inner head, and make it sad. No fires in her languid eyes, To light the way I know is long. To wine or women I'll not rise To anything, except a song. A selfish motive, ray resolve, No doubt the public mind can guess; The riddle is not hard to solve, But I will readily confess: Your burdens are enough to bear, Through all the days and nights so long, Without a rhymester, free from care, Insisting that you hear his song. TOD GOODWIN. |