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   nancygene.andjayme@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (NancyGene) posted:   
   >   
   > The Poor Boy's Christmas   
   > by Ellis Parker Butler   
   >   
   > Observe, my child, this pretty scene,   
   > And note the air of pleasure keen   
   > With which the widow's orphan boy   
   > Toots his tin horn, his only toy.   
   > What need of costly gifts has he?   
   > The widow has nowhere to flee.   
   > And ample noise his horn emits   
   > To drive the widow into fits.   
      
   Originally posted by George Dance several weeks ago.   
      
   HTH and HAND.   
      
   --   
   Poetry and songs of Will Dockery:   
   https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)