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Show THE PUT IT OFFS My friend, have you heard of the town of Yawn, On the banks of tho River Slow, Whero blooms tho Wnltawhilo flower, fair, Whore tho Sometlmeorother scents tho nlr, And the soft Qocnsys grow? It lies In the valley of Whntstheuse, In tho province of Letterslldo; That tired feeling Is native there, It's tho homo of tho listless Idontcare Whero the Putltoffs abide. Tho Putltoffs smllo when asked to buy, , And say thoy will do It tomorrow, And so they delny from day unto day, .. Till their fruit Is rlpo nnd commencq to decay, And In the winter they beg, sten! or . borrow. J. A. Law. |