By: Ardis E. Parshall - February 13, 2014 For Right By Annie D. Palmer My Robert was in the conventionWhere the party’s bold scheming is done;‘Twas the first he had ever attended,For the lad had just turned twenty-one.They were counting with fearful precisionThe men they could muster inline,To fight in the war that is wagingFor the tottering kingdom of wine. “You may count my dear mother against you –I am sure of the stand she wi...
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