Claude P. DeHerrera Poems

There is a trunk in the attic
Full with love letters
And memories I dare not explore
From a lovely young maiden
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She is fair, fat, and forty
She giggles when she talks
She wobbles as she walks
For she really gets around
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You're always tipsy topsy turvy
And you are always feeling blue
I once loved you true my darling
And I thought you loved me to
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Once upon a midnight dark and dreary
In those golden days of yore
Lived an old man as slap happy
As the stories that he told
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