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Postlude Post by :key1965 Category :Poems Author :Harry Graham Date :November 2011 Read :1128

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Postlude

The book is finished! With a sigh,
My pen upon the desk I lay;
The weary task is o'er, and I
Am off upon a holiday,
To Paris, lovely Paris, where
I have a little ventr'-à-terre.(B)

And tho' my verses may be weak,
And call for your severest strictures,
The illustrations are unique,--
I really never saw such pictures!
(At times, in my unthinking way,
I almost hope I never may.)


Footnote:

(B) PUBLISHER'S READER--"Pied-a-terre"?
AUTHOR--Shut up!


(The end)
Harry Graham's poem: Postlude

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