AND OH, THE POOR
COMMINGLED ROUSTABOUT
Having heard all this, I declare
we treat everyone like garbage
now. You, Jethro, can be as
recycled as the first sin, in the
recycle bin, and it still won't
change a material thing. This
world is falling, and failing,
together - one through deep
space, and one in the heart of
every living person:
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Who thinks they can ride side-saddle,
screw like Ron Jeremy, and talk as
fast as anyone can. The stories that
outrun their endings are never taught
in school.
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Listen, if you will, to the furious
wind at night, as it rolls over in the
dark and tumbles down these hills :
A rip-roaring facetious county-fair,
where the men drink beer at their
festive tents, and the ladies dance
together without their gents.
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By hook or by crook : A Minuet,
a barn-dance, or a polka.
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