11,228. WELL, WELL, WELL

WELL, WELL, WELL,
(the daughter of edmund fitzgerald, after the war)

They all meant something,

those letters and ration cards

and tickets and stickers. Yes

indeedy and well, well, well.

Here came the man with the

constabulatory notes, and

there went the girl with the

flowers. I feel just like Irish

lace.  Let me sit but a few

hours and trace the lineage

of all these brackish thoughts.

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Well, well, well, I grow tired and

weary too : of unsavory men

who do nothing themselves

but fire back at all I do; of

cartwheels at high mass by

women content  -  showing me

nothing but knickers, is that

how it went? I've misplaced

my new looking glass.

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And another tall drink for you:

Well, well, well. Whatever you

do turn off the gas and make sure

the lights are out. You shouldn't

be leaving for Minnesota like

this. Mesbai Range barnacles

off Lake Michigan's rib? Is

that what you said? Are you

in that club. Well, well, well,

yet again. (Now to bed).