Found Poem

All

lack salt.
A small man take of half.
Bees in the warm sun.

Call Ward.

I dare not.
Pare a plum,
with care. Snare
hare. The flare
and glare scare.

Ask the lass for a glass.
Of milk? I guess so.
Graft the branch.

Chant for the grass
they dance on.

Did the ass pant
at his task.
I think it did.

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Lines abstracted from the marvelous book WATSON'S COMPLETE SPELLER: ORAL AND WRITTEN/by J. Madison Watson, Author of the National and Independent Readers, Spellers and Primers; Hand-book of Gymnastics; Manual of Calisthenics; Tablets, etc. (New York: American Book Company, 1887).