Some people say: “Get thee behind me, Satan and push me along.”
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What Ho?
First Lunch Hound—“Well, old strawberry, howsa boy? I just had a plate of
oxtail soup and feel bully.”
Second Counter Fiend—“Nothing to it, old watermelon. I just had a plate
of hash and feel like everything.”
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_He knew that she would thank him not,_
_He cared not for her scorn;_
_He offered her his street car seat,_
_To keep her off his corn._
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