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It was just after I had learned of the serious illness of that delightful poet and blessed friend, James Whitcomb Riley, the Bobby Burns of America, that I penned the following:
How cruel of Nature to take one of her favorite children if she decides to!
Why make humanity weep and chill our hearts?
Why cause the Indiana flowers to cry for a
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