Fancy Poetry
Father got his hand blown off. That was a terrible sin. It could have been worse if it was the hand that he had his wages in.
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“Paris is falling,” delicately hinted the maiden, as her escort’s garter snapped and fell over his shoe-top.
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“Trash!” exclaimed the president of the Ash Men’s Union, as the secretary finished reading the reports.
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