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Lives of ’skeeters all remind us,
While short skirts are all the go,
That to them existence must be
Just one great big burlesque show!
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=_Yes, Gus, ’tis sad but only too true that in Georgia the peaches grow
on the limbs while at the beaches—but why break the monotony?_=
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The hired hand, Gus, went to town the other night to a dance. When he got
back he said that “nothing stands between certain dancers and pneumonia
but a sense of loyalty to their employers.”
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_Oh, Myrt, do you know Aurora Borealis? They say she was all lit up last
night._
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No, Geraldine, Sandy Hook is not a Scotchman.
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I was walking down the street the other day and on the far side was a
fellow who looked familiar. “Hello, Bill,” I says. “Hello, Tom,” says he.
“My name ain’t Tom,” I says. “Well, my name ain’t Bill, either,” says
he. With that, I looks at him an’ he looks at me an’ sure enough, it was
neither of us.
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