“What
are the wild waves saying, dear?”
The love-lorn lover cried,
And
as a giant wave rolled in
To take the hand he tried.
“I
think I know,” she made reply,
His pulsing heart aroused,
“They’re
saying if we linger here
We’ll both be getting soused.”
c. Aug. 15, 1910
“Tuesday”
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