 His memory, by Ring Lardner, read for LibriVox.org by Algy Pug. Besides my little son's imagination another thing he has appeals to me and agitates my envious admiration. It's his accommodating memory. An instant after some unlucky stumble has flawed him and induced a howl of pain, his queen forgotten all about his tumble and violently sets out to romp again. But if, when I leave home, I say that maybe I'll get him something nice while I'm away, it's very safe to bet that Mr. Baby will not forget, though I be gone all day. Ah, would I might lose sight of things unpleasant, the bills I owe, the work I haven't done, and only think of future joys and present, like the approaching payday and my son. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. His memory, by Ring Lardner, read for LibriVox.org by Brian Dirks. Besides my little son's imagination another thing he has appeals to me and agitates my envious admiration. It's his accommodating memory. An instant after some unlucky stumble has flawed him and induced a howl of pain, his queen forgotten all about his tumble and violently sets out to romp again. But if, when I leave home, I say that maybe I'll get him something nice while I'm away, it's very safe to bet that Mr. Baby will not forget, though I be gone all day. Ah, would I might lose sight of things unpleasant, the bills I owe, the work I haven't done, and only think of future joys and present, like the approaching payday and my son. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. His memory, by Ring Lardner, read for LibriVox.org by Bruce Kachok. Besides my little son's imagination another thing he has appeals to me and agitates my envious admiration. It's his accommodating memory. An instant after some unlucky stumble has flawed him and induced a howl of pain, his queen forgotten all about his tumble and violently sets out to romp again. But if, when I leave home, I say that maybe I'll get him something nice while I'm away, it's very safe to bet that Mr. Baby will not forget, though I be gone all day. Ah, would I might lose sight of things unpleasant, the bills I owe, the work I haven't done, and only think of future joys and present, like the approaching payday and my son. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. His memory, by Ring Lardner, read for LibriVox.org by Craig Franklin. Besides my little son's imagination, another thing he has appeals to me and agitates my envious admiration. It's his accommodating memory. An instant after some unlucky stumble has flawed him and induced a howl of pain, his queen forgotten all about his tumble and violently sets out to romp again. But if, when I leave home, I say that maybe I'll get him something nice while I'm away, it's very safe to bet that Mr. Baby will not forget, though I be gone all day. Ah, would I might lose sight of things unpleasant, the bills I owe, the work I haven't done, and only think of future joys and present, like the approaching payday and my son. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. His memory, by Ring Lardner, read for LibriVox.org by Cornel Nemes in Reno, Nevada. Besides my little son's imagination, another thing he has appeals to me and agitates my envious admiration. It's his accommodating memory. An instant after some unlucky stumble has flawed him and induced a howl of pain, his queen forgotten all about his tumble and violently sets out to romp again. But if, when I leave home, I say that maybe I'll get him something nice while I'm away, it's very safe to bet that Mr. Baby will not forget, though I may be gone all day. Ah, would I might lose sight of things unpleasant, the bills I owe, the work I haven't done, and only think of future joys and present, like the approaching payday and my son. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. His memory, by Ring Lardner, read for LibriVox.org by Campbell Shelp. Besides my little son's imagination, another thing he has appeals to me and agitates my envious admiration. It's his accommodating memory. An instant after some unlucky stumble has flawed him and induced a howl of pain, his queen forgotten all about his tumble and violently sets out to romp again. But if, when I leave home, I say that maybe I'll get him something nice while I'm away, it's very safe to bet that Mr. Baby will not forget, though I may be gone all day. Ah, would I might lose sight of things unpleasant, the bills I owe, the work I haven't done, and only think of future joys and present, like the approaching payday and my son. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. His memory, by Ring Lardner, read for LibriVox.org by David Lawrence. Besides my little son's imagination, another thing he has appeals to me and agitates my envious admiration. It's his accommodating memory. An instant after some unlucky stumble has flawed him and induced a howl of pain, his queen forgotten all about his tumble and violently sets out to romp again. But if, when I leave home, I say that maybe I'll get him something nice while I'm away, it's very safe to bet that Mr. Baby will not forget, though I be gone all day. Ah, would I might lose sight of things unpleasant, the bills I owe, the work I haven't done, and only think of future joys and present, like the approaching payday and my son. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. His memory, by Ring Lardner, read for LibriVox.org by phone. Besides my little son's imagination, another thing he has appeals to me and agitates my envious admiration. It's his accommodating memory. An instant after some unlucky stumble has flawed him and induced a howl of pain, his queen forgotten all about his tumble and violently sets out to romp again. But if, when I leave home, I say that maybe I'll get him something nice while I'm away, it's very safe to bet that Mr. Baby will not forget, though I be gone all day. Ah, would I might lose sight of things unpleasant, the bills I owe, the work I haven't done, and only think of future joys and present, like the approaching payday and my son. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. His memory, by Ring Lardner, read for LibriVox.org by G.J. Corbin. Besides my little son's imagination, another thing he has appeals to me and agitates my envious admiration. It's his accommodating memory. An instant after some unlucky stumble has flawed him and induced a howl of pain, he's clean forgotten all about his tumble and violently sets out to romp again. But if, when I leave home, I say that maybe I'll get him something nice while I'm away, it's very safe to bet that Mr. Baby will not forget, though I be gone all day. Ah, would I might lose sight of things unpleasant, the bills I owe, the work I haven't done, and only think of future joys and present, like the approaching payday and my son. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. His memory, by Ring Lardner, read for LibriVox.org by G.J. Corbin. Besides my little son's imagination, another thing he has appeals to me and agitates my envious admiration. It's his accommodating memory. An instant after some unlucky stumble has flawed him and induced a howl of pain, he's clean forgotten all about his tumble and violently sets out to romp again. But if, when I leave home, I say that maybe I'll get him something nice while I'm away, it's very safe to bet that Mr. Baby will not forget, though I be gone all day. Ah, would I might lose sight of things unpleasant, the bills I owe, the work I haven't done, and only think of future joys and present, like the approaching payday and my son. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. His memory, by Ring Lardner, read for LibriVox.org by Gail Wamba. Besides my little son's imagination, another thing he has appeals to me and agitates my envious admiration. It's his accommodating memory. An instant after some unlucky stumble has flawed him and induced a howl of pain, he's clean forgotten all about his tumble and violently sets out to romp again. But if, when I leave home, I say that maybe I'll get him something nice while I'm away, it's very safe to bet that Mr. Baby will not forget, though I be gone all day. Ah, would I might lose sight of things unpleasant, the bills I owe, the work I haven't done, and only think of future joys and present, like the approaching payday and my son. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. His memory, by Ring Lardner, read for LibriVox.org by Josh Kibbe. Besides my little son's imagination, another thing he has appeals to me and agitates my envious admiration. It's his accommodating memory. An instant after some unlucky stumble has flawed him and induced a howl of pain, he's clean forgotten all about his tumble and violently sets out to romp again. But if, when I leave home, I say that maybe I'll get him something nice while I'm away, it's very safe to say that Mr. Baby will not forget, though I be gone all day. Ah, would I might lose sight of things unpleasant, the bills I owe, the work I haven't done, and only think of future joys and present, like the approaching payday and my son. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. His memory, by Ring Lardner, read for LibriVox by Kevin S. Besides my little son's imagination, another thing he has appeals to me and agitates my envious admiration. It's his accommodating memory. An instant after some unlucky stumble has flawed him and induced a howl of pain, he's clean forgotten all about his tumble and violently sets out to romp again. But if, when I leave home, I say that maybe I'll get him something nice while I'm away, it's very safe to bet that Mr. Baby will not forget, though I be gone all day. Ah, would I might lose sight of things unpleasant, the bills I owe, the work I haven't done, and only think of future joys and present, like the approaching payday and my son. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. His memory, by Ring Lardner, read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett. Besides my little son's imagination, another thing he has appeals to me and agitates my envious admiration. It's his accommodating memory. An instant after some unlucky stumble has floored him and induced a howl of pain, he's clean forgotten all about his tumble and violently sets out to romp again. But if, when I leave home, I say that maybe I'll get him something nice while I'm away, it's very safe to bet that Mr. Baby will not forget, though I be gone all day. Ah, would I might lose sight of things unpleasant, the bills I owe, the work I haven't done, and only think of future joys and present, like the approaching payday and my son. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. His memory, by Ring Lardner, read for LibriVox.org by Larry Wilson. Besides my little son's imagination, another thing he has appeals to me and agitates my envious admiration. It's his accommodating memory. An instant after some unlucky stumble has floored him and induced a howl of pain, he's clean forgotten all about his tumble and violently sets out to romp again. But if, when I leave home, I say that maybe I'll get him something nice while I'm away, it's very safe to bet that Mr. Baby will not forget, though I be gone all day. Ah, would I might lose sight of things unpleasant, the bills I owe, the work I haven't done, and only think of future joys and present, like the approaching payday and my son. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. His memory, by Ring Lardner, read for LibriVox.org by narrator J. OF BITS. BITS. BITS. BITS. I PANT. I CANT I CANT. I CANT accomplice my own record. BITS. BITS. But if, when I leave home, I say that maybe, I'll get him something nice while I'm away, it's very safe to bet that Mr. Baby will not forget, though I be gone all day. Ah! would I might lose sight of things unpleasant, the bills I owe, the work I haven't done, and only think of future joys and present, like the approaching payday and my son. His Memory by Ring Lardner, read for LibriVox.org by Rumpelt Poetry. Besides my little son's imagination, another thing he has appeals to me, and agitates my envious admiration. It's his accommodating memory, an instant after some unlucky stumble has floored him and induced a whole of pain. He's clean-forgotten, all about his tumble, and violently sets out to romp again. But if, when I leave home, I say that maybe, I'll get him something nice while I'm away, it's very safe to bet that Mr. Baby will not forget, though I be gone all day. Ah! would I might lose sight of things unpleasant, the bills I owe, the work I haven't done, and only think of future joys and present, like the approaching payday and my son. End of Poem, This Recordings in the Public Domain. His Memory by Ring Lardner, read for LibriVox.org by Thomas Ehrman. Besides my little son's imagination, another thing he has appeals to me, and agitates my envious admiration in his accommodating memory, an instant after some unlucky stumble has floored him and induced a howl of pain. He's clean-forgotten, all about his tumble, and violently sets out to romp again. But if, when I leave home, I say that maybe, I'll get him something nice while I'm away, it's very safe to bet that Mr. Baby will not forget, though I be gone all day. Ah! would I might lose sight of things unpleasant, the bills I owe, the work I haven't done, and only think of future joys and present, like the approaching payday and my son. End of Poem, This Recording is in the Public Domain. His Memory by Ring Lardner, read for LibriVox.org by Thomas Peter. Besides my little son's imagination, another thing he has appeals to me, and agitates my envious admiration, it's his accommodating memory. An instant after some unlucky stumble has floored him and induced a howl of pain. He's clean-forgotten, all about his tumble, and violently sets out to romp again. But if, when I leave home, I say that maybe, I'll get him something nice while I'm away, it's very safe to bet that Mr. Baby will not forget, though I be gone all day. Ah! would I might lose sight of things unpleasant, the bills I owe, the work I haven't done, and only think of future joys and present, like the approaching payday and my son. End of Poem, This Recording is in the Public Domain. His Memory by Ring Lardner, read for LibriVox.org by Thomas Peter. Besides my little son's imagination, another thing he has appeals to me, and agitates my envious admiration, it's his accommodating memory. An instant after some unlucky stumble has floored him and induced a howl of pain. He's clean-forgotten, all about his tumble, and violently sets out to romp again. But if, when I leave home, I say that maybe, I'll get him something nice while I'm away, it's very safe to bet that Mr. Baby will not forget, though I'll be gone all day. Ah! would I might lose sight of things unpleasant, the bills I owe, the work I haven't done, and only think of future joys and present, like the approaching payday and my son. End of Poem, This Recording is in the Public Domain. His Memory by Ring Lardner, read for LibriVox.org by William Asqueda. Besides my little son's imagination, another thing he has appeals to me, and agitates my envious admiration, it's his accommodating memory. An instant after some unlucky stumble has floored him and induced a howl of pain. He's clean-forgotten, all about his tumble, and violently sets out to romp again. But if, when I leave home, I say that maybe, I'll get him something nice while I'm away, it's very safe to bet that Mr. Baby will not forget, though I'll be gone all day. Ah! would I might lose sight of things unpleasant, the bills I owe, the work I haven't done, and only think of future joys and present, like the approaching payday and my son. End of Poem, This Recording is in the Public Domain.