(_To Another Man's Fiancee._)
You never wrote a single word, though I
Sent prompt congratulations in a note,
You gave my well-meant greetings the go-by--
You never wrote.
Do you remember when we took a boat,
And slowly drifted 'neath a summer sky?
Perhaps you don't. In fact, perhaps, you vote
Such memories a bore. You can't deny
That, politician-like, you turned your coat,
In fine, you jilted me. Is not that why
You never wrote?
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MRS. R. heard in Scotland that MONSON was always a bit of a scapegoat.
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