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| The Poet Under-age But Over-talented |
My mind is all a-tumble
And the letter seems a jumble
for the words they seem to mumble
And my pens about to stumble
and the papers made to jumble
So I sign myself your humble
Servant
Francis Scott Fitzgerald
And the letter seems a jumble
for the words they seem to mumble
And my pens about to stumble
and the papers made to jumble
So I sign myself your humble
Servant
Francis Scott Fitzgerald
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Footnotes
Both links lead to letters written by Scott
to Elizabeth "Litz" Clarkson
Both September letters are mostly prose
but neither makes reference to his 17th birthday
(September 24, 1913)
My next /Fitzgerald page is here
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Both links lead to letters written by Scott
to Elizabeth "Litz" Clarkson
Both September letters are mostly prose
but neither makes reference to his 17th birthday
(September 24, 1913)
My next /Fitzgerald page is here
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