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Requiem

The soles are shot
The canvas torn
They’ve gone to pot
These shoes I’ve worn

They lasted long
And then some more
So this swan song
Has hit the floor

They paid their dues
t’s nighty-night
My Puma shoes
Head toward the light

“lickin’ and larnin’”

Found in the March 1946 issue of Fifteen Western Tales.

Abraham Lincoln
his hand and pen.
he will be good but
god knows When

Historical note: The poem in the ad is a Lincoln original written in his math book when he was in his teens. Would you like to know more?

A bit of Inkograph history can be found here.

(I’m assuming that the “lickin’” has something to do with old-timey writing instruments to get the ink flowing, but I could be wrong. Also, I’m trying to keep things clean.)

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