I never saw a loaf of bread
Conspicuous in its purity,
But that I sadly shook my head
And left five-cents as surety.
Grit.
Edwin C. Ranck, Simple Poetry
In Deeper Vein.
Edwin C. Ranck, Simple Poetry
The Circus.
Edwin C. Ranck, Simple Poetry
Alas.
Edwin C. Ranck, Simple Poetry