I love the spring
Like anything,
Becuz
it’s soft an’ meller;
It puts a snap
Right in a chap,
Speshly
a country feller.
The on’y thing
Makes me hate spring,
(Likewise
‘at pussy willer);
Ma makes me drink,
A quart, I think,
Uv
“home-made” Sarsperiller.
Feb.
10, ‘99
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