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Not Flying Saucers

They are, I declare on my soul,
Most grotesque, fantastic, and droll:
You know what I mean;
(If you don’t, where ‘ve you been?)
Controls we can’t seem to control!

by Ray Romine Friday, July 13, 1951

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Embraceable You

When wages chill and prices freeze,
Beware, my friend, the unfair squeeze.
You’ll be protected, there is rumor,
Unless, of course, you’re classed consumer.

by Ray Romine Friday, February 9, 1951

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Economics Lesson

A bricklayer is a fellow who makes
Loud noises about the price of steaks,
But who looks amazed when the butcher kicks
on three bucks an hour for laying bricks

by Ray Romine Friday, September 19, 1952