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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!

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[[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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