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Three Limericks

One day, when his innards felt lanky,
Twain wrote “A Connecticut Yankee”.
The wolf at the door
Lammed as never before,
But he covered his nose with his hanky!

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Said a writer, one Samuel Clemens,
“No more of these hawin’s and hemmin’s:
It’s ‘Mark Twain’ I’ll sign
To the good stuff of mine–
My OWN name I’ll hang on the lemons!”

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In a lobby, while writing “Tom Sawyer”,
Twain avoided a fast-talking lawyer.
“Although I’ve been burned,”
He exclaimed, “I have learned
At least to beware of the foyer.”

by Ray Romine Tuesday, September 19, 1944

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