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Show TO FATHER TIME. Backward, turn backward, O Time, in thy flight! Give us an autoless day and a night. Give us a "yellow" sans headlines to scan, A rustleless skirt, and a hustleless man, A babe teddy-bearless, a microbeless kiss, A fistic fight fakeless, a stralght-frontless miss, A glggleless schoolgirl, and better than that! A summer-clad college man wearing a hat! I know, Father Time, that I'nn asking too much, But turn to a day ere a dinner was lunch. Swing back to an age peroxldeless for hair An aeon ere "rats" made their rendezvous there An old-fashioned breakfast without Shredded Hay, A season when farmers went whineless a day, A burg moving-pictureless ah, what a treat! A gumless-glrl town and a trolleyless street; I'm asking too much, but I pray, Daddy Time, For days when a song had both substance and rhyme! The,Bohemian. |