Mancuso, J. James

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"We need to catch this Oberstein, Who signs his secret ads COMPLETE. We'll get him back to England, yet, And nab him when he lands-Toot sweet!" "Shall we meet him at water's edge And grab him at tlie FIRST, my boss?" "Such trash! Such SECOND! Not at all! We'll lure him into Charing Cross." The beast was caged; his SECOND there, Deep in the dark and FIRST morass. But if it's loose and roams the land, And you're in ALL-yo~u: ass is grass. J. JAMES MANCUSO Niskayuna, New York THE MONTH OF SILVER ORANGES I knew a boy with a terrible lisp Who mithproiiounthed wordth more than onth. Though some called him will-o-the-wisp, At least he could rhyme words with month. His mother was most overbearing And really we'd all had our fill of 'er. Her presence was dark and unwanted, Like a tarnish on very fine silver. They lived up in Southern New Hampshire. Was it Troy or Fitzwilliam or Rindge? Near Rhododendron State Park Where blossoms were pink, red and orange. 242

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