Roses are red, violets are blue,
My roll is dwindling, since I met you.
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Would “When Mother Plays a Rag On the Sewing Machine,” necessarily be a sister song to “When Father Plays a Chord On the Wood-pile?”
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Hymn 999
Tenant (to janitor)—What was all that cursing and swearing going on Sunday morning?
Janitor—Oh, that was Mrs. McFadden. She was going to church and she couldn’t find her prayer book.
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