APE OWE ’EM
BY DEEMS TAYLOR
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Use eh, “It’s imp lean on scents, shear!”
Gnome attar; Anna lies align!
Nation mice lender verse says knot—
Fork rip tick poet real Ike mine,
How Aaron weal, demesnes allot.