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À Bas Ben Adhem
My fellow man I do not care for. I often ask me, What\'s he there for? The only answer I can find Is, Reproduction of his kind. If I\'m supposed
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Celery
Celery, raw Develops the jaw, But celery, stewed, Is more quietly chewed.
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A Drink With Something In It
There is something about a Martini, A tingle remarkably pleasant; A yellow, a mellow Martini; I wish I had one at present. There is something
Ogden Nash
A Tale Of The Thirteenth Floor
The hands of the clock were reaching high In an old midtown hotel; I name no name, but its sordid fame Is table talk in hell. I name no
Ogden Nash
A Caution To Everybody
Consider the auk; Becoming extinct because it forgot how to fly, and could only walk. Consider man, who may well become extinct Because he
Ogden Nash
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