There’s a Limit
Said he, “Sweet maiden, ere we part,
Believe me, I can see,
That you possess a loving heart,
A heart that beats for me.”
“Great Scott,” the maiden murmured low,
Beneath her wide-brimmed hat;
“I didn’t realize I was so
Decollette as that.”
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Prohibition agents rush in where bootleggers fear to tread.
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