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ON MEMORY'S WALL.
Softly there came the whisper,
Ending my joyous fit:
"Why is that poor man running?
What is a three-base hit?"
Therefore of all the pictures
That hang on memory's wall,
That one of a certain ball game
It seemeth the worst of all.
Ending my joyous fit:
"Why is that poor man running?
What is a three-base hit?"
Therefore of all the pictures
That hang on memory's wall,
That one of a certain ball game
It seemeth the worst of all.
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