EIGHTEENTH CATERWAUL

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Ever since Jack went away
Mrs. Horton has looked after me.
The day he left
She came to the window
And threw out Old Horton’s boots.
At first I thought they were thrown
At me—but it seems that she threw them
Wide of the window!
When I voiced my surprise
She hurried to me and now
I sleep on her divan!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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