Versos English James Whitcomb Riley Lxxii

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Lxxii

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Doc tracked a blame-don burgler down, and nailed the scamp, to boot, But told him ef he'd leave the town he wouldn't prosecute. He traced him by a tied-up thumb-print in fresh putty, where Doc glazed it. Jes that's how he come to track him to his lair!