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20072	Appleton, Everard Jack	With the Colors Songs of the American Service			.txt	text/plain	13433	1426	101	Folks think it's great to josh us when things are goin' slow, Then--her little head lifted, her eyes gone mad-He was too blamed busy, like the one-armed man "We've ditched our good luck--he won't _let_ her come back," Looks like a love-poisoned man. He doesn't like to have you talk about the thing he did-What sort of a chance have other men got when tested on Judgment Day? "And now that I'm dead," said the troubled soul of the one-time The days that you'd like to forget--and try-"Dear Cave-man, I love you," you said; "is it wrong?" I sure do like that kid, although I know Things even up before we die, as every old man knows. You come down town at noon to-day, and we'll go to the picture man; Oncet, when I was a gret big man, I got mad at the way	./cache/20072.txt	./txt/20072.txt