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BALLADE OF THE STRANGE WORD, by                    
First Line: These warm spring days
Last Line: "but ""apricate."
Alternate Author Name(s): Daly, T. A.
Subject(s): Language; Life; Youth; Words; Vocabulary


THESE warm spring days
When skies are blue
I yearn for ways
My youth once knew;
When cares were few
And never great,
I'd nothing do
But "apricate."

To-day my gaze
Meandering through
What Webster says --
How language grew! --
Chance brought to view
That word ornate.
Don't "fuss" or "stew,"
But "apricate."

Small good life pays
To me or you,
When worry sways
The health askew.
To reimbue
With "pep" our state,
We shouldn't "rue,"
But "apricate."

L'Envoi

Ye gods! we sue,
From morn till late:
Let's nothing do
But "apricate."





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