From the Omaha Daily Bee, July 31, 1914. By William F. Kirk.
Wondrous dream love
Don’t forget me.
Don’t it seem, love
Like you’ve met me?
I’m so lonely
O’er your photo
If I only
Knew where to go to.
I have kissed
Your cheeks so pink,
But they taste
Like printer’s ink.
If I knew
Just where to go
I’d love you
And not your photo.
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