James Whitcomb Riley (7 October 1849 - 22 July 1916 / Greenfield, Indiana)
In Fervent Praise Of Picnics
Picnics is fun 'at's purty hard to beat.
I purt'-nigh ruther go to them than _eat_.
I purt'-nigh ruther go to them than go
With our Char_lot_ty to the Trick-Dog Show.
James Whitcomb Riley
Submitted: Friday, April 09, 2010
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