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The Rooter’s Rotary.

The Rooter's Rotary. 521.7 From the lady dressed in red With a hat upon her locks Bigger than the batter's box, With a tongue that wags along From the first tap of the gong; "Who is that nice looking man Over there the one that ran?"…

SIGHS.

SIGHS. 426.7 I sometimes sigh for things gone by- Like every mortal, I suppose- And feel regret for days long dead, Made sweet with summer and the rose. But sighs, I've found, don't cut much ice, Nor bring an increase in your pay- In fact…