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FRONTIER BALLADS
It was just about Christmas I started;
To me, it was only a name Till that day when we met, talked and parted,
But since it has not been the same.
For you gave me a new kind of notion Of the countries and people and such
On the trails that lie over the ocean — I guess we don't differ so much.
And Christmas is chuck full of spirit
That everywhere under the sun Warms up anyone who comes near it
And fills them with good-will and fun.
So I want you to know from this letter
That the time by the train wreck with you
Made me know all humanity better
And like the whole bunch better, too.
And I hope, if it seems like presuming That a letter shall come to your door
In the land where the roses are blooming From me, on the Tongue's icy shore,
You'll forgive, Miss, an uncultured party In the spirit of Christmas, and take
These thanks and good wishes, all hearty, From
Your most sincere
CHEYENNE JAKE. |
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