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Well, Lizzie Anderson! seventeen men--and the baby hard to find a father for! ,

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Date:

18 December 2006

Author:

William Carlos Williams

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Well, Lizzie Anderson! seventeen men--and
the baby hard to find a father for!

What will the good Father in Heaven say
to the local judge if he do not solve this problem?
A little two-pointed smile and--pouff!--
the law is changed into a mouthful of phrases.

-William Carlos Williams -

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