In Other Words
Madura maiden, rob a bank, yet should you be enthroned,
Commit a century of crime, yet shall you be condoned
So long as you may build those joys, those Benisons of Bliss,
Whose memory is with me now as I unlimber this;
Whose recollection this here apostrophic stuff has stirred
On your o. f. strob’ry shortcake, which is Cooking’s Final Word.
Commit a century of crime, yet shall you be condoned
So long as you may build those joys, those Benisons of Bliss,
Whose memory is with me now as I unlimber this;
Whose recollection this here apostrophic stuff has stirred
On your o. f. strob’ry shortcake, which is Cooking’s Final Word.
For Commuters Only
PLAIN APPEARS THE PRINTED WORD
IN THE LIGHT OF DAY;
NOT A LETTER OF IT BLURRED—
IT APPEARS THIS WAY.
Goin gthr oughtatun nelth ough;
Lett ersf lyandflit;
Sylla blesa re wab bly—so—
Evernoticeit?
IN THE LIGHT OF DAY;
NOT A LETTER OF IT BLURRED—
IT APPEARS THIS WAY.
Goin gthr oughtatun nelth ough;
Lett ersf lyandflit;
Sylla blesa re wab bly—so—
Evernoticeit?
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