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Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed.  The Book of New York Verse.  1917.
A Summer Summary
By Franklin P. Adams
SHALL I, lying in a grot,
Die because the day is hot?
Or declare I can’t endure
Such a torrid temperature?
Be it hotter than the flames        5
South Gehenna Junction claims,
  If it be not so to me,
  What care I how hot it be?
Shall I say I love the town
Praised by Robinson and Browne?        10
Shall I say, “In Summer heat
Old Manhattan can’t be beat”?
Be it luring as a bar,
Or my neighbor’s motor-car,
  If I think it is pazziz        15
  What care I how fine it is?
Shall I prate of rural joys
Far from civic smoke and noise?
Shall I, like the others, drool
“But the nights are always cool”?        20
If I hate to rise at six
Shall I praise the suburbs? Nix!
  If the country’s not for me,
  What care I how good it be?
Town or country, cool or hot,        25
Differs nothing, matters not;
For to quote that Roman cuss,
Why dispute “de gustibus”?
If to this or that one should
Take a fancy, it is good.        30
  If these rhymes look good to me,
  What care I how bad they be?

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