The Erstwhistle Hand

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I wish I knew just why I went and did

this all my life.  I can remember on

my first day, stood out in the glaring sun,

and thinking, “There is no way I can con-

tinue here, it will break my blasted back”

 

O sure my spine is twined like the roots of a tree,

And my skin is worn like an alligators be.

But the greenbacks I squirrelled midst the red summers,

Will sweeten the winter of my life with liqueur.

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