Advising Chloe

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Title:     Advising Chloe
Author: Franklin P. Adams [More Titles by Adams]

Horace: Book I, Ode 23

"Vitas hinnuleo me similis, Chloe----"

Why shun me, my Chloe? Nor pistol nor bowie
Is mine with intention to kill.
And yet like a llama you run to your mamma;
You tremble as though you were ill.

No lion to rend you, no tiger to end you,
I'm tame as a bird in a cage.
That counsel maternal can run for The Journal--
You get me, I guess.... You're of age.

[The end]
Franklin P. Adams's poem: Advising Chloe

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