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Show WE NEVER KNOW. " 4I,J In these portentous days we never know where things will dfop, ' 4 The lightning strikes where least we ever thought that it would slop ; , We skate along on thinnest ice, supreme in our belief t , io'iL, That in our midst there never can be callous rogue or thief. 4 rif Ah, well we know that if we only wait the proper hour, All things will come into their own, though acrid they arid sour ; Behold, no longer may we in harsh, scornful tones affirm1 A lemon has been handed some unhappy, luckless wdrm. |