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Being A Reply To His Answer	A
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June th Do you know what that date means	B
June th By this air and these pines	C
Well only you know how I hate scenes	B
These might be my very last lines	C
For perhaps sir you'll kindly remember	A
If some OTHER things you've forgot	D
That you last wrote the th of DECEMBER	A
Just six months ago I from this spot	D
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From this spot that you said was the fairest	E
For once being held in my thought	F
Now really I call that the barest	G
Of well I won't say what I ought	F
For here I am back from my riches	H
My triumphs my tours and all that	I
And YOU'RE not to be found in the ditches	H
Or temples of Poverty Flat	I
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From Paris we went for the season	J
To London when pa wired Stop	K
Mama says his HEALTH was the reason	J
I've heard that some things took a drop	K
But she said if my patience I'd summon	J
I could go back with him to the Flat	I
Perhaps I was thinking of some one	J
Who of me well was not thinking THAT	I
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Of course you will SAY that I never	A
Replied to the letter you wrote	L
That is just like a man But however	A
I read it or how could I quote	L
And as to the stories you've heard No	M
Don't tell me you haven't I know	M
You'll not believe one blessed word Joe	M
But just whence they came let them go	M
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And they came from Sade Lotski of Yolo	N
Whose father sold clothes on the Bar	O
You called him Job lotski you know Joe	M
And the boys said HER value was par	O
Well we met her in Paris just flaring	P
With diamonds and lost in a hat	I
And she asked me how Joseph was faring	Q
In his love suit on Poverty Flat	I
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She thought it would shame me I met her	A
With a look Joe that made her eyes drop	K
And I said that your love suit fared better	A
Than any suit out of THEIR shop	K
And I didn't blush THEN as I'm doing	P
To find myself here all alone	R
And left Joe to do all the sueing	P
To a lover that's certainly flown	R
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In this brand new hotel called The Lily	N
I wonder who gave it that name	S
I really am feeling quite silly	N
To think I was once called the same	S
And I stare from its windows and fancy	N
I'm labeled to each passer by	T
Ah gone is the old necromancy	N
For nothing seems right to my eye	T
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On that hill there are stores that I knew not	D
There's a street where I once lost my way	U
And the copse where you once tied my shoe knot	D
Is shamelessly open as day	U
And that bank by the spring I once drank there	V
And you called the place Eden you know	M
Now I'm banished like Eve though the bank there	V
Is belonging to Adams and Co	M
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There's the rustle of silk on the sidewalk	P
Just now there passed by a tall hat	I
But there's gloom in this boom and this wild talk	P
Of the future of Poverty Flat	I
There's a decorous chill in the air Joe	M
Where once we were simple and free	N
And I hear they've been making a mayor Joe	M
Of the man who shot Sandy McGee	N
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But there's still the lap lap of the river	A
There's the song of the pines deep and low	M
How my longing for them made me quiver	A
In the park that they call Fontainebleau	M
There's the snow peak that looked on our dances	H
And blushed when the morning said Go	M
There's a lot that remains which one fancies	W
But somehow there's never a Joe	M
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Perhaps on the whole it is better	A
For you might have been changed like the rest	X
Though it's strange that I'm trusting this letter	A
To papa just to have it addressed	X
He thinks he may find you and really	N
Seems kinder now I'm all alone	R
You might have been here Joe if merely	N
To LOOK what I'm willing to OWN	R
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Well well that's all past so good night Joe	M
Good night to the river and Flat	I
Good night to what's wrong and what's right Joe	M
Good night to the past and all that	I
To Harrison's barn and its dancers	Y
To the moon and the white peak of snow	M
And good night to the canyon that answers	Y
My Joe with its echo of No	M
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P S	Z
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I've just got your note You deceiver	A
How dared you how COULD you Oh Joe	M
To think I've been kept a believer	A
In things that were six months ago	M
And it's YOU'VE built this house and the bank too	A2
And the mills and the stores and all that	I
And for everything changed I must thank YOU	A2
Who have struck it on Poverty Flat	I
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How dared you get rich you great stupid	B2
Like papa and some men that I know	M
Instead of just trusting to Cupid	C2
And to me for your money Ah Joe	M
Just to think you sent never a word dear	A
Till you wrote to papa for consent	D2
Now I know why they had me transferred here	A
And the health of papa what THAT meant	D2
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Now I know why they call this The Lily	N
Why the man who shot Sandy McGee	N
You made mayor 'Twas because oh you silly	N
He once went down the middle with me	N
I've been fooled to the top of my bent here	A
So come and ask pardon you know	M
That you've still got to get MY consent dear	A
And just think what that echo said Joe	M

Bret Harte

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