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A list of all pages that have property "Has text" with value "<span class="poem"> <p>"You bet, boss." </p> </span>". Since there have been only a few results, also nearby values are displayed.

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  • Free Air  + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Ye-es, I think it is. Anyway, we'll try it a few days more." </p> </div>)
  • Free Air  + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Ye-es, some distance." </p> </div>)
  • Free Air  + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yes I do, when I run across them." </p> </div>)
  • Westward Hoboes  + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yes'm, the office is open, but I reckon yo' won't find any hands to move yo' car," was the accurate prediction of the official to whom I applied. "Pretty nearly lunch time, yo' know." </p> </div>)
  • Free Air  + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yes, I think that was it. Didn't we pass you or something? We stopped at a garage there, to change a tire." </p> </div>)
  • Free Air  + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yes, and—— Oh, I'm shameless. If Mohammed Milton won't stay with our car mountain, we're going to tag after him." </p> </div>)
  • Free Air  + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yes, but——" She looked back. Milt had come into sight; had paused to take observations. Her father caught it: </p> </div>)
  • Free Air  + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yes, but——" began Claire. Her father interrupted: </p> </div>)
  • Free Air  + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yes, dear; I've looked at it three times, so far," she said, just a little too smoothly. </p> </div>)
  • Free Air  + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yes, quite a ways. To Seattle, Washington." </p> </div>)
  • Free Air  + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yes, rather. To Seattle." </p> </div>)
  • Westward Hoboes  + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yes, sir!" </p> </div>)
  • Westward Hoboes  + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yes, sir," said I. Were there to be complications? </p> </div>)
  • Free Air  + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yes," dryly, "quite an accident. Well, I'll skip on ahead again. May run into you again before we hit Seattle. Going to take the run through Yellowstone Park?" </p> </div>)
  • Free Air  + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yes. And Mr. Zolzac wasn't very nice about it." </p> </div>)
  • Free Air  + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yes. But don't mind me. You're doing very well," her father sighed. </p> </div>)
  • Free Air  + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yes. Going to Seattle." </p> </div>)
  • Free Air  + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yes. Horrid wet!" </p> </div>)
  • Free Air  + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yes. I think perhaps it's better to avoid complications." </p> </div>)
  • Free Air  + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yes. She's the captain of the boat. I'm just the engineer." </p> </div>)
  • Free Air  + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yes." </p> </div>)
  • Free Air  + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yes." </p> </div>)
  • Westward Hoboes  + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yo' are charged with exceeding the speed limit at a rate of fo'ty-five miles an hour." </p> </div>)
  • Westward Hoboes  + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yo' know speeding is a very serious offense——" </p> </div>)
  • Westward Hoboes  + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yo' surely <i>are</i> a long ways from home." </p> </div>)
  • Free Air  + (<div class="poem"> <p>"You bet, boss." </p> </div>)
  • Free Air  + (<div class="poem"> <p>"You don<div class="poem"></br><p>"You don't say so!" Milt answered in surprise. "Well, if I promised to take you, I'll keep my word." He vaulted out, tucked Vere de Vere into the seat, protecting her from the rain with the tarpaulin winter radiator-cover.</br></p></br></div> with the tarpaulin winter radiator-cover. </p> </div>)
  • Free Air  + (<div class="poem"> <p>"You have a punk time, don't you, countess? Like to beat it to Minneapolis with me?" </p> </div>)
  • Our California  + (<div class="poem"> <p>"You say it's filled with those who play,<br /> And more are coming every day,<br /> Yet, there is always room to spare.<br /> Please tell me more of heaven out there." </p> </div>)
  • Free Air  + (<div class="poem"> <p>"You the young lady that got stuck in that hole by Adolph Zolzac's?" </p> </div>)
  • Free Air  + (<div class="poem"> <p>"You wanted same?" the waitress inquired of Mr. Boltwood. </p> </div>)
  • Free Air  + (<div class="poem"> <p>"You won't do nothin', Jack, 'cause I'd gouge your eyes out." </p> </div>)
  • Free Air  + (<div class="poem"> <p>"You wouldn't dare! You wouldn't dare!" </p> </div>)
  • Westward Hoboes  + (<div class="poem"> <p>"You're a long ways from <i>home</i>, ain't yo'?" </p> </div>)
  • Free Air  + (<div class="poem"> <p>"You're dead right. Fierce is the word. Nev' will sleep in my duds again, puss. That is, when I have a reg'lar human bed. Course camping, different. But still—— Let's see all the funny things we can do to us." </p> </div>)
  • Free Air  + (<div class="poem"> <p>"You're engaged?" wistfully. </p> </div>)
  • Free Air  + (<div class="poem"> <p>"You're going out to Seattle? My! That's a wonderful trip. Don't you get tired?" she adored. </p> </div>)
  • Free Air  + (<div class="poem"> <p>"You're so wise to go places. Most of the boys I know don't think there is any world beyond Jimtown and Fargo." </p> </div>)
  • Westward Hoboes  + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Your Honor, this was my first day in the State, and I hadn't learned your traffic laws." </p> </div>)
  • Free Air  + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yuh, I guess so, lil sunbeam. And before you could shoot, I'd crowd your tin liz into the bank, and jam right into it! I may get killed, but you won't even be a grease-spot!" </p> </div>)
  • Free Air  + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yuh, that's true, but—— You stick here, Milt. You and me will just nachly run this burg." </p> </div>)
  • Free Air  + (<div class="poem"> <p>"Yuh," in the manner of a man who knows too much to be cocksure about anything, "I don't know but what I would, Julius." </p> </div>)
  • The Road to Glory  + (<div class="poem"> <p>"lf yo' read de Book fo' to get yo' light,<br /> Yo' can dodge de ol' dev'l an' keep out o' sight.<br /> Jus' read fo' to keep from makin' colleesions,<br /> 'Bout Paul with his 'pistle after the 'Phesians." </p> </div>)
  • Dominic has  + (<div class="poem"> <p>& every now & then my<br /> wonderful<br /> friend dominic depaola </p> </div>)
  • Dominic has  + (<div class="poem"> <p>& mrs dominic washed his sweet </p> </div>)
  • Driving Up the Sacramento  + (<div class="poem"> <p>& you as remote now as that range<br /> radiating heat not holding it<br /> the buttes rainstormed but instant dryers<br /> i remember you like opera </p> </div>)
  • Free Air  + (<div class="poem"> <p> ***** </p> </div>)
  • Kisses by the Roadside  + (<div class="poem"> <p>'Twas loves young dream possessed the two,<br /> The thing that once got hold of you,<br /> We smiled, we did not have the heart<br /> To cause the two to pull apart. </p> </div>)
  • Kisses by the Roadside  + (<div class="poem"> <p>'Twas out on Garey north of town,<br /> They had their auto curtains down,<br /> Spooning there without a light,<br /> At ten o'clock the other night. </p> </div>)
  • Dominic has  + (<div class="poem"> <p>'s how dominic has a doll </p> </div>)
  • On a Tree Fallen Across The Road  + (<div class="poem"> <p>(To hear us talk) </p> </div>)