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Show "GINGLES JINGLES" SLEEP. I cannot steep, the yokel said. It seems I'm shii'ty in the head, when 1 put in to clear. -Vo nods are hatted 'neath my roof. I'm muchly wrecked from head to hoof. I'm going bugs 1 fear. There is for me no sweet repose. Xo naps I cop; 1 cannot doze. I am a wretched guy. The Sommis kid has scampered hence and who can tell just when or whence. He'll put a nick in I. The poor unsteady boob was sad. I said to him, Wouldst thou he glad, an earful I will hand. He said it you w ill slip the gull' I'll soak it up; no thought I'll muff. I've tried to stick, but fanned. Said I, 'tis well; just follow me and slumbers slum-bers I will give to thee, but you must go it straight. Cut out the jitney torch and suds and blow your coin for steak and spuds and clean house in the pate. Then floor a job and hold 'er down. Toss up the nighthawk stunts in town. Hike early to the hay; thus from hang over jags you're freed. Three-cushion bracers you'll not need and sleep well, I yp . 0, A should say. t jlix |
