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52459	Buchanan, Robert Williams	Saint Abe and His Seven Wives A Tale of Salt Lake City, with a Bibliographical Note			.txt	text/plain	23108	2138	93	SAINT ABE AND HIS SEVEN WIVES His crimson face like a cock's head A brisk young chap, tho' poor, like me, You air a man of blessed toil, far-shining and Jest like a man about to drown, with lead to sink Like to a shepherd 'mong his sheep, the Saint is It ain't a passionate flat like Abe can manage eyes gushed like fountains.... "My brother Abe," says I, "I come untoe your You know I am a saintly man, and all my ways No man can pity Abe, I guess, who knows his The women come behind like trembling sheep, Sisters and brothers who love the right, They cannot like a blessed guest come calm and "O Abe," she said, "my love, my light, why A poor monogamist like me can _not_ love half a author of 'St. Abe,' who can write like this, may do more if he will,	./cache/52459.txt	./txt/52459.txt