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<p><b>O</b> is the Oil used for food and for drink,<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 3em;"> By this Ogre, half human, the real missing link.</span>
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<p><b>Q</b> is the Quest for a feminine hat,<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 3em;"> That will stay on the head, and have style, and all that.</span>
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<p><b>D</b> is the up-to-Date Dealer serene,<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 3em;"> And the Dance that he leads you about the machine.</span>
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<p><b>P</b> stands for "Plain Clothes Men" always about.<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 3em;"> Police you can spot. For the others, watch out.</span>
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<p><b>M</b> is the Model you choose with great care,<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 3em;"> The Map that you follow for roads that aren’t there.</span>
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<p><b>N</b> is the Number attached to your car,<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 3em;"> And the Name (not a rose) that proclaims it a star.</span>
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<p><b>A</b> at the start was an Automobile.<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 3em;"> It answers to motor car, just as you feel. </span>
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<p><b>U</b> is the Unruly, and also Uncertain.<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 3em;"> On the manners of autos and maids drop the curtain.</span>
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<p><b>H</b> is H. P., your Heaven and Hell.<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 3em;"> What pace are you making? The police can tell.</span>
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<p><b>V</b> is Vibration—in sunshine, in gale,<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 3em;"> It's with us like goggles, or long auto Veil.</span>
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<p><b>X</b> is Xcess. Pray keep well in hand,<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 3em;"> For motor-car maniacs people the land.</span>
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<p><b>F</b> is the Factory where you will find<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 3em;"> It is Foolish to Fuss, if they're four months behind.</span>
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<p><b>S</b> means the Songs that we sing late at night,<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 3em;"> As the Search light weaves Shadows, now ghostly, now bright.</span>
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<p><b>Y</b> stands for Yearnings to go far and fast.<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 3em;"> O bright Yellow Moon! we'll reach you at last.</span>
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<p><b>G</b> is Garage, and the God, Gasoline,<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 3em;"> Who Guides all his subjects, yet never is seen.</span>
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<p><b>Z</b> is the Zany so puffed up with Zeal,<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 3em;"> That he thinks he has mastered the automobile.</span>
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<p>The baker's boy delivers loaves<br />
All up and down our street.<br />
His car is white, his clothes are white,<br />
White to his very feet.<br />
I wonder if he stays that way.<br />
I don't see how he does all day.<br />
I’d like to watch him going home<br />
When all the loaves are out.<br />
His clothes must look quite different then,<br />
At least I have no doubt.
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<p><span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 11em;"> Thou, there beyond—</span><br />
Glacial sierras and the flight of ravens,<br />
Hermetically past condor zones, through zenith havens<br />
Past where the albatross has offered up<br />
His last wing-pulse, and downcast as a cup<br />
That's drained, is shivered back to earth—thy wand<br />
Has beat a song, O Walt,—there and beyond!<br />
And this, thine other hand, upon my heart<br />
Is plummet ushered of those tears that start<br />
What memories of vigils, bloody, by that Cape,—<br />
Ghoul-mound of man's perversity at balk<br />
And fraternal massacre! Thou, pallid there as chalk,<br />
Hast kept of wounds, O Mourner, all that sum<br />
That then from Appomattox stretched to Somme!
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