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Ode to the Typographical Error
The typographical error is a slippery thing and sly,
You can hunt till you are dizzy, but it somehow will get by.
'Til the forms are off the presses, it is strange how still it keeps,
It shrinks down in a corner and it never stirs or peeps.
That typographical error, too small for human eyes,
'Til the ink is on the paper, when it grows to mountain size.
The boss he stares with horror, then grabs his hair and groans.
The copyreader drops his head upon his hands and moans.
The remainder of the issue may be clean as clean can be …