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Batterton Dobyns

Did my widow flit about
From Mackinac to Los Angeles,
Resting and bathing and sitting an hou
Or more at the table over soup and mu
And delicate sweets and coffee?
I was cut down in my prime
From overwork and arudety.
But I thought all along, whatever h.
I've kept my insurance up,
And there's something in the bank,
And a section of land in Manitoba.
But just as I slipped I had a vision
In a last delirium:
I saw myself lying nailed in a box
With a white lawn tie and a boutonni&;
And my wife was sitting by a window
Some place afar overlooking the sea;
She seemed so rested, ruddy and fat,
Although her hair was white.
And she smiled and said to a coiorea w
"Another slice of roast beef, George.
Here's a nickel for your trouble."