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A On A Splendud Match Post by :maindron1 Category :Poems Author :James Whitcomb Riley Date :November 2011 Read :3339

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A On A Splendud Match

(On the night of the marraige of the foregoin' couple, which shall be nameless here, these lines was ca'mly dashed off in the albun of the happy bride whilse the shivver-ree was goin' on outside the residence.)


He was warned against the womern--
She was warned aginst the man.--
And ef that won't make a weddin',
W'y, they's nothin' else that can!

(The end)
James Whitcomb Riley's poem: On A Splendud Match

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