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Leprechaun, v. 1, issue 4, March 1945

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8   L e p r e c h a u n

DAMON KNIGHT:

* * * On Wallpaper * * *

A wall,
Lathe and plaster,
Paper covered. . . But life?
Brave Walls, that hide only fragile
Paper.

* * * A Lively Tale of Hot Lust and Passion at Sweaty * * *
   Sock Gulch;

       or

* * * She Was Only a Sheepherder's Daughter, But All the Horsemen Knew 'er * * *

Nell was a maverick no man could tame;
Went where she listed, did what she chose.
Did anyone tell her to go, why, she came.
She was whipcord and silk, with a face like a rose.
Did any man tell her to come, why, she went,
Laughing like music and leaving a scent
Behind her that haunted her languishing beaus
By dan and by night, till some died of the same.

One morning a rancher rode into the dell
Where she was reclining in drowsy repose.
His words they were soft and as clear as a bell;
When he asked for a kiss, she said, "Well, I suppose -- "
His voice it was soft, but his kiss was a flame,
And Nell found herself blushing wiht passion and shame.
She married the rancher, or so the tale goes,
And they've seven fine daughters, each one raising -- well!

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8 L e p r e c h a u n DAMON KNIGHT: * * * On Wallpaper * * * A wall, Lathe and plaster, Paper covered. . . But life? Brave Walls, that hide only fragile Paper. * * * A Lively Tale of Hot Lust and Passion at Sweaty * * * Sock Gulch; or * * * She Was Only a Sheepherder's Daughter, But All the Horsemen Knew 'er * * * Nell was a maverick no man could tame; Went where she listed, did what she chose. Did anyone tell her to go, why, she came. She was whipcord and silk, with a face like a rose. Did any man tell her to come, why, she went, Laughing like music and leaving a scent Behind her that haunted her languishing beaus By dan and by night, till some died of the same. One morning a rancher rode into the dell Where she was reclining in drowsy repose. His words they were soft and as clear as a bell; When he asked for a kiss, she said, "Well, I suppose -- " His voice it was soft, but his kiss was a flame, And Nell found herself blushing wiht passion and shame. She married the rancher, or so the tale goes, And they've seven fine daughters, each one raising -- well!