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[[preprinted]] Saturday, May 28, 1910 [[/preprinted]] Hotter'n closer'n hell. Nuff ced. But when I think of those two nice girls I met and simultaneously fell-in love with six years ago this dry and dusty day, I'm in a fair way to [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] become homesick! [[end page]] [[start page]] [[preprinted]] Sunday, May 29, 1910 [[/preprinted]] Same thing. Nuff ced. Pome: "The fair young cheek Gets withered soon; The lucious plum Becomes a prune."
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