All to Myself
All to myself I think of you—
Think of the things we used to do,
Think of the things we used to say,
Think of each happy yesterday;
Sometimes I sigh and sometimes I smile,
But I keep each olden, golden while
All to myself.
—W. D. N.
Pasture Pot Pourri
Brevity is the sole of wit, and the sole charm of a maiden’s skirt.
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It’s the first straw hat which shows how the wind blows.
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I suppose the maid does all the hard work?
No, my wife still makes the biscuits.
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“Do you like music?”
“Yep.”
“Then listen to the band around my hat.”
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If you want to see something swell, put a sponge in water.
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Did you ever catch your wife flirting?
Yes, that’s the way I caught her.
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If you were with me in my new Cadillac
On a road with no trolley about it,
A long way from town, would you start to walk back?
Maybe you would—but I doubt it.
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While we live, let’s live in clover,
For when we’re dead, we’re dead all over.
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