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Born in November 15, 1881 / Died in March 23, 1960 / United States / English

Poems by Franklin Pierce Adams

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To Bert Leston Taylor

...   Pleased if but One should like the twitter ...

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Song Of Synthetic Virility

... hurricane. With an oh, of the feel of the salt sea spray as ...

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Catullus, Considerable Kisser

... Come, Lezzy, please add all of these, until the ...

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Fifty-Fifty

... And fly within the well-known ointment! ...

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On The Importance Of Being Earnest

...   * And what both of these children had to say ...

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I Cannot Pay That Premium

... She washed the dishes, filled the lamp, and likewise trimmed the wick ...

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To Alice-Sit-By-The-Hour

... In the "High Cash Cloe's!" man's holler in the hurdy-gurdy grind ...

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If The Advertising Man Had Been Gilbert

... -From the Lancaster Tire and Rubber Company's advertisement in the Saturday Evening Post ...

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My Ladye's Eyen

... And through ye blessed hours of slepe--thilk eyen or browne or blue ...

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Bricks And Straw

... And the noise of the office has long been stilled ...

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How?

... How can I write when the children are crying ...

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Rubber-Stamp Humour

...   But where would people get their laughs ...

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Us Poets

... All were there with some affair ...

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The Doughboy's Horace

... S.A., WRITES: While you were fussing me alone ...

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To Myrtilla

...   But you, despite my angriest Note, ...