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FABLES FOR THE FRIVOLOUS

It whirled the man across the street,  It banged him up against a railing, It twined the ulster round his feet,  But all of this was unavailing:   For not without resource it found him:   He drew the ulster closer round him.
"My word!" the man was heard to say,  "Although I like not such abuse, it's Not strange the wind is strong to-day,  It always is in Massachusetts.   Such weather threatens much the health of   Inhabitants this Commonwealth of."
The sun, emerging from a rift  Between the clouds, observed the victim, And how the wind beset and biffed,  Belabored, buffeted, and kicked him.   Said he, "This wind is doubtless new here:   'Tis quite the freshest ever blew here."

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