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The Deer don't dineSticks his quill-points out.
— Arthur Guiterman
The Deer don't dineSticks his quill-points out.
Commute with me, my Love, and be merry;Oh, fly to the Suburbs with me!
Oh, who would choose to be a traveler? --And other dots upon the map.
The three-toed tree-toadTrip in tune.
It's lovely having grass and trees and flowers(Of course Some People like the city best)!
