You combed Third Avenue last yearFor some small gift that was not too dear,Like a candy cane or a worn out truss,To give to a loving friend like usYou'd found gold eggs for such wealthy hicksAs the Edsel Fords and the Pittsburgh FricksThe Andy Mellons, the Teddy ShontsThe Coleman T. and Pierre dupontsBut not one gift to brighten our homeSo I'm giving you back your Goddamn poem.
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
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