San Francisco is a mad city - inhabited for the most part by perfectly insane people whose women are of a remarkable beauty.
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A Son
My son was killed while laughing at some jest, I would
I knew
What it was and it might serve me in a time when jests
are few.
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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I have struck a city - a real city - and they call it Chicago... I urgently desire never to see it again. It is inhabited by savages.
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If I were hanged on the highest hill, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine! I know whose love would follow me still Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
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And that is called paying the Dane-geld; but we've proved it again and again, that if once you have paid him the Dane-geld you never get rid of the Dane.
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And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart, till the Devil whispered behind the leaves ""It's pretty, but is it Art?""
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The Undertakers
When ye say to Tabaqui, "My Brother!" when ye call the Hyena
to meat,
Ye may cry the Full Truce with Jacala - the Belly that runs on
four feet.
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How the Rhinoceros got His Skin
This Uninhabited Island
Is near Cape Gardafui;
But it's hot--too hot--of Suez
For the likes of you and me
Ever to go in a P. & O.
To call on the Cake Parsee.
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Sepulchral
From the Greek Anthologies
Swifter than aught 'neath the sun the car of Simonides moved
him.
Two things he could not out-run--Death and a Woman who
loved him.
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There was a small boy of Quebec
Who was buried in snow to his neck.
When they asked, "Are you friz?"
He replied, "Yes, I is —
But we don't call this cold in Quebec!"
limerick by Rudyard Kipling
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