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1868–1955

[ The Ape. The Grape.

Robert Williams Wood

The Apes, from whom we are descended, Hang ape-x down from trees suspended, And since we find them in the trees, We term them arbor-iginees.

We all have seen the monkey-shines, Cut up by those who pluck from vines The Grape and then subject its juices To Baccha-nalian abuses.

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