The saddest of the year;
It’s much too warm for moonshine,
And too cold for darned near beer.
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He Snuffs It
Hashish Kid—“This is a grand town. Just imagine a quart of hooch at 50 cents a bottle.”
Thirsty Stranger—“S’sh! Where can I get it?”
“I don’t know.” I said, “just imagine it.”
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