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34790	Graham, Harry	Perverted Proverbs: A Manual of Immorals for the Many			.txt	text/plain	4694	461	95	Like me, the dizzy rungs of Rhyme, O Young of Heart, tho' in your prime, Like Millet--not, of course, Mill_ais_. Like naughty children, at the Sea; But never what _he_ likes the best. The Good die very young indeed.) He could have lived like me--or you! But for a day should change his ways, 'Tis not alone the Good Good Fortune dogs their steps all day, By mere good fortune, any game And Don't be Good, and Don't be Bad, A thing you _know_ you can't digest; Or else are far Too Good to Last. "_A Rolling Stone Gathers No Moss._" Like primroses, or news perhaps, (Tho' if Care kills a Cat, as the Proverbs declare, When a Stitch in Good Time will save nine, In the Bush that Needs no Good Wine. To write a Moral Book some day; And tho' my pen records each thought	./cache/34790.txt	./txt/34790.txt