HAZLET MYERS
There's no mystery to the rhyme of time :
see-saw Marjorie Daw, Jackie shall have
a new master. The rest of the rhyme
was all Marxist politics. Before its
time. An undo temptation.
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Now there's a barrel of bones on this
road to Ohio. I sit here thinking. He shall
earn but a penny a day, because he won't
wok any faster? Or was it because he
can't work any faster?
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And would it matter anyway?
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