JACK IN THE PULPIT
I've got a Jack In the Pulpit,
riding the rails; I've got a
Veedon Fleece for a cover.
There are eggs in the bacon
and sand in the frost : these
cold days are worse than the
warmth I traverse. Reading
two paperback books at a
time : one about a murderer's
rhyme and the other a rhyme
about murder. It's time, as I
see it, to scrounge through
the old books at today's
Country Fair; to take what
I can, and get out of there.
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