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XVI
Oh, for a fist to push a fancy quill! A Lover's Handy Letter Writer, too, To help me polish off this billy doo So it can jolly Mame and make a kill, Coax her to think that I'm no gilded pill, But rather the unadulterated goo. Below I give a sample of the brew I've manufactured in my thinking mill: "Gum Drop: - Your tanglefoot has got my game, I'm stuck so tight you cannot shake your catch; It's cruelty to insects - honest, Mame, - So won't you join me in a tie-up match? If you'll talk business I'm your lemon pie. Please answer and relieve An Anxious Guy." |