Posted on 07/26/2004 9:29:48 AM PDT by boothead
EDWARDS THE CANDIDATE PART 1
"Father, who travels our roads so late?" Hush my child, tis Edwards the candidate!
Fit example of human woes, Early he comes, and late he goes!
He greets the women with courtly grace; He kisses the baby's dirty face;
He calls through the fence to farmers at work, He bores the merchant, he bothers the clerk;
The blacksmith, while his anvil rings, He greets, and this the song he sings:
Howdy, howdy, how'ye do? How's your wife and how are you?
Ah, it fits my fist as no other can, The horny hand of the common man."
remember the millions that I made sueing
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