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The Janitor's Boy, and Other Poems

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Now Marjory is seven years, And I am nine and more. We went a-strolling after cream Into a Flatbush store. The handsome clerk said “Ladies, yes, I’ll serve you with a rush.” He looked so very scrumptious that We both began to blush. He smiled at us, we smiled at him. And then we went away: We were so captivated, yes, That we forgot to pay. Of course we could have sauntered back, And settled, don’t you see, But oh, we could not stain romance With monetary fee.

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