Leisure
What is this life if full of care We have no time to stand and swear. No time to curse the motor’s blare, Instead we run with grim despair. No time to screech and tear our hair, When one has gone, another's there. No time to track it to its lair, For time is money, money rare! No time our shattered~nerves to spare, . Each day is one scare. Pedestrians! this life’s not fair With devilish engines everywhere.
M. W.
Sandlant
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Radio Record, Volume III, Issue 48, 13 June 1930, Page 35
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81Leisure Radio Record, Volume III, Issue 48, 13 June 1930, Page 35
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