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Show -3 1V A Green Cucumber We have been thinking wo wnald write a poem on whnt a grcea trurnisj-bnr trurnisj-bnr does to a mnn, but wo could only think nf one lino: "Oh, what the groen encumbor does to a mnn Is a plenty I" That was plenty for the man, but not enough lor a poom, so wv smoked on In alienee and decided that what I' green cucumber does to a man could not bo told In verso. Tborefors, wo bogan to wrlto In proso. After filling sovuntoen pages with the worst lot of K stoinschanhos on record, we decided whnt n green cucumber does to a man Is so much that It cannot even be tola! In proso. Wo then tried crowding It Into both prose and poetry, but gavo It up at last, deciding to leave this sign for your perusal: |