At the Beach
“Oh, mother, may I go out to swim?”
“Oh, yes, my darling daughter,
But hang some clothes on each pretty limb,
For the po-lice insist you oughter.”
Pasture Pot Pourri
Oh, aspirin, dear aspirin, my head aches for you.
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“Oh, mother, may I go out to swim?”
“Oh, yes, my darling daughter,
But hang some clothes on each pretty limb,
For the po-lice insist you oughter.”
Oh, aspirin, dear aspirin, my head aches for you.
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