| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | Autumn | | By Elizabeth Madox Roberts |
| | From Talk from the Dust DICK and Will and Charles and I | |
| Were playing it was election day; | |
| And I was running for president, | |
| And Dick was a band that was going to play, | |
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| And Charles and Will were a street parade. | 5 |
| But Clarence came, and said that he | |
| Was going to run for president, | |
| And I could run for school-trustee. | |
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| He made some flags for Charles and Will, | |
| And a badge to go on Dickies coat. | 10 |
| He stood some cornstalks by the fence | |
| And had them for the men that vote. | |
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| Then he climbed on a box and made a speech | |
| To the cornstalk men that were in a row. | |
| It was all about the Dem-o-crats, | 15 |
| And I de-fy any man to show; | |
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| And I de-fy any man to say, | |
| And all about Its a big disgrace. | |
| He spoke his speech out very loud | |
| And shook his fist in a cornstalks face. | 20 | | | |
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