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IN OTHER WORDS
T. R. to W. H. T.
Or ever the knightly fight was on,
The skirmish of smear and smudge,
I was a King in Washington
And you were a circuit judge.
The skirmish of smear and smudge,
I was a King in Washington
And you were a circuit judge.
I saw, I took, I made you great,
Friendly I called you Will,
And back in Nineteen Hundred and Eight,
Out in Chicago, Ill.,
I made the convention nominate,
And now—the terrible chill.
Friendly I called you Will,
And back in Nineteen Hundred and Eight,
Out in Chicago, Ill.,
I made the convention nominate,
And now—the terrible chill.
For many a sun has set and shone
On the path we used to trudge
When I was a King in Washington
And you were a circuit judge.
On the path we used to trudge
When I was a King in Washington
And you were a circuit judge.
I passed the lie and you passed it back;
You said I was all untruth;
I said that honesty was your lack;
You said I was all untruth;
I said that honesty was your lack;
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