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These are written to celebrate drunkenness, vitality and mourning. They are drunken, vital, and they mourn.
They were written in the my poetic youth, and show it.
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Introduction There Was A Young Lady From Venus A Newspaper Editor Said I’m Sitting Upon This ’Ere Train ’twas Ten Years Ago To This Day There Once Was A Cat And A Dog Look Back To The Romany Times There Was A Young Man In A Bed There Once Was A Bureaucrat There Was A Young Man From Nantucket There Once Was A Monday On Tuesday It Wasn’t What I Really Expected Assam
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