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Poem	Henry is old, old; for Henry remembers Mr Deeds' tuba, & the Cameo, & the race in Ben Hur,-”The Lost World, with sound, & The Man from Blankey's, which he did not dig, nor did he understand one caption of, bewildered Henry, while the Big Ones laughed. Now Henry is unmistakably a Big One. FÃºnnee; he don't fÃ©el so. He just stuck around. The German & the Russian films into Italian & Japanese films turned, while many were prevented from making it. He wishing he could squirm again where Hoot is just ahead of rustlers, where William S forgoes some deep advantage, & moves on, where Hashknife Hartley having the matter taped the rats are flying. For the rats have moved in, mostly, and this is for real.
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