Show Grief That Kills I My poor boy said the beneficent I old clergyman who had encountered a young waif sobbing In the streotc what ails you Some case of dire distress has touched your heart chords no doubt No sniffed tho lad youre clear off your base old kazzozlcks Mo an Snippy an do rest of de fellies tin canned the mangy old yellow cur up at Schwarz grocery and while old Schwarz an do gang followed the dog I sneaked back to the grocery to swipe dried apples Do Fldo chased Into Schmltts orchard and de gang cribbed do swellest peaches you overseen over-seen an then dey smoked grapevine cigarettes and set tho barn afire I made a sashay Into de apple barrel nt de grocery an do delivery boy pasted me with a bedslat and It hurts yet and I didnt get to see do fire and didnt get nothln to eat and I wlsht 1 wuz dead doggono It allThe Bohemian Magazine |