| Show eugene field on the grip the late eugene field on recovering alie grip wrote the gods lot slip that fiendish grip upon me last week sunday no fiercer storm than racked my form ker swept the bay of furday but now goodby good by to drugs say I 1 goodby good by to gnawing sorrow I 1 am up today and whoop hooray im going out tomorrow what aches and pain in bones and brain I 1 had I 1 need not mention it seems to me such pangs must be old gatans satans own invention albeit I 1 was sure id die the doctor reassured me and true enough with his vilo stuff ie ultimately cured me As there I 1 lay in bed all day how calr looked to me A smile so mild old nature smiled it seemed to warm clean through me in chasteney chastened chast ened mood the scene I 1 viewed inventing sadly solus fantastic rhymes between the times I 1 had to take a bolus of quinine slugs and other drugs I 1 guess I 1 took a million such drugs as serve to sot each nerve to ft cotillion i the doctors say the only way 1 to rout the filp instanter Is to pour in all kinds of sin Sirol libus f hard and yet ill soon forget those ills and cures distressing ones future lies neath gorgeous akle when one is convalescing so now goodby good by to drugs say I 1 goodby good by thou phantom sorrow I 1 am up today and whoop hooray im going out tomorrow |
