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| Literary Lapses
| | Stephen Leacock
| Oh, Henry, quick Baby has snatched the pill It was too true. Dear little Gustavus Adolphus, the golden-haired baby boy, had grabbed the whole Christmas dinner off the poker chip and bolted it. Three hundred and fifty pounds of concentrated nourishment passed down the oesophagus of the unthinking child.
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