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<p><span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 11em;"> <i>—The Car wih Character.</i></span>
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<p>In the shadows of the trees above,<br />
Their kisses told us of their love,<br />
No bliss to either one was missing,<br />
They put it all into their kissing.
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<p>The fragrancy of flowers of spring,<br />
While she to him did tightly cling,<br />
Came to us from the little Miss,<br />
Each time her lips he gave a kiss.
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<p>"I rest content, I kiss your eyes,"<br />
He said, "How fast the evening flies!<br />
I kiss your hair in my delight,<br />
I'd like to kiss you all the night."
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<p>We saw them by our headlight's glare,<br />
Through their windshield sitting there,<br />
Oblivious to the world around,<br />
They kissed and made but little sound.
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<p>Their kisses did not sound so loud,<br />
As thunder from the stormy cloud,<br />
But the echoes will much longer last,<br />
From those he planted hard and fast.
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<p>You wonder how it was our fate,<br />
To hear so much that night so late.<br />
You can easy do such little tricks,<br />
With the Silent Studebaker Six.
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<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.
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<p>Soldier ban', formed in a ring,<br />
Strike up "God save our king";<br />
Gub'nor come now by God's grace<br />
To de Knutsford Park big race:<br />
High faces among low faces<br />
At de Knutsford Park big races.
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<p>Big-tree boys a t'row dem dice:<br />
"P'lice te-day no ha' no v'ice,—<br />
All like we, so dem caan' mell,—<br />
Mek we gamble laka hell”:<br />
Rowdy, rowdy-looking faces<br />
At de Knutsford Park big races.
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<p>Faces of all types an' kinds,<br />
Faces showin' diffran' minds,<br />
Faces from de udder seas—<br />
Right from de antipodes:<br />
Oh! de many various faces<br />
Seen at Knutsford Park big races!
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<p>Jockeys lookin' quite dem bes',<br />
In deir racin' clo'es all dress'<br />
(Judge de feelin's how dem proud)<br />
Show de harses to de crowd:<br />
Now you'll see de knowin' faces<br />
At de Knutsford Park big races.
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<p>No room in de tram fe stan':<br />
"Oh! de races will be gran',—<br />
Wonder ef good luck we'll hab,<br />
Get fe win a couple bob!"<br />
Joyous, only joyous faces,<br />
Goin' to de Knutsford races.
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<p>Motor buggy passin' by,<br />
Sendin' dus' up to de sky;<br />
P'licemen, posted diffran' place,<br />
Buy dem ticket on de race:<br />
Look now for de anxious faces<br />
At de Knutsford Park big races!
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<p>Ladies, 'teppin' up quite cool,<br />
Buy dem tickets at de pool;<br />
Dough 'tis said he's got a jerk,<br />
Dere's no harse like Billie Burke:<br />
Look roun' at de cock-sure faces<br />
At de Knutsford Park big races.
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<p>Ge'men wid dem smart spy-glass,<br />
Well equip' fe spot dem harse,<br />
Dress' in Yankee-fashion clo'es,<br />
Watch de flag as do'n it goes:<br />
Oh! de eager, eager faces<br />
At de Knutsford Park big races!
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<p>Ladies white an' brown an' black,<br />
Fine as fine in gala frock,<br />
Wid dem race-card in dem han'<br />
Pass 'long to de dollar stan':<br />
Happy-lookin' lady faces<br />
At de Knutsford Park big races.
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<p>Batch o' p'licemen, lookin' fine,<br />
Tramp away to de car line;<br />
No more pólicemen can be<br />
Smart as those from Half Way Tree:<br />
Happy, all have happy faces,<br />
For 'tis Knutsford Park big races.
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<p>Hey! de flag is gone do'n, oh!<br />
Off at grips de harses go!<br />
Dainty's leadin' at a boun',<br />
Stirrup-cup is gainin' ground':<br />
Strainin', eager strainin' faces<br />
At de Knutsford Park big races.
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<p>Last day o' de race—all's done,<br />
An' de course is left alone;<br />
Everybody's goin' home,<br />
Some more light dan when dey'd come:<br />
Oh! de sad, de bitter faces<br />
After Knutsford Park big races!
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