I
shot an arrow in the air,
At
first I thought I knew not where
It
went, but alas! I found
It
never reached the solid ground.
It
fell and struck my daddy’s head,
And
he with righteous wrath grew red.
The
arrow I shot in the air,
Next
fell on me; I can’t tell where.
Oct.
22, ‘09
Ac.
Judge
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