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You buy some flowers for your table;
You tend them tenderly as you’re able;
You fetch them water from hither and thither—
What thanks do you get for it all? They wither.

— Samuel Hoffenstein Poems in Praise of Practically Nothing (1928)

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Breathes there a man with hide so tough
Who says two sexes aren’t enough?

Poems in Praise of Practically Nothing (1928)

My soul is dark with stormy riot,
Directly traceable to diet.

Year In You're Out (1930)

Your little voice,
So soft and kind;
Your little soul,
Your little mind!

Poems in Praise of Practically Nothing (1928)

Loyal be to loyal friends;
Make them pay you dividends;
Work, like the industrious bee,
Your friends and foes impartially.

Poems in Praise of Practically Nothing (1928)

The apple grows so bright and high,
And ends its days in apple pie.

Poems in Praise of Practically Nothing (1928)

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