but kept on the lookout and pretty soon a nice, comfortable wagon came along, and took the slow little boy for a nice ride, and the good little slow boy rode merrily by the poor little fast boy, who still sat nursing his blisters. He had really gone stepping on some little brimstones,—though he said they were pebbles. The good little slow boy turned back and put his hand to the poor little fast boy, but I regret to say he raised his digits to his nose—O, world where is thy sting.

 

Note—This is not a moral, it is only something that happens every day on our best trafficked roads.

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IMPERIALISM

Oh, Mirror—most ungrateful ruler

Man has ever had.

We trembling bow to your decree,

But oh! ’Tis very sad

For all our great devotion

And concern in your behalf,

No matter how we worship you,

You just give us the laugh.

Though we may claim democracy,

You hold us like a slave.

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