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"The Poets of the Future."

There's a heap of fun you've missed.

If you've never mauled a timber wedge

An' hewed an oaken glut,

An' jerked a stump-saw lively

When the Key was saggin' shut.

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I wouldn't take a fortune

For some memories that I've got

Of workin' with my Daddy

Down in our timber lot.

If I lived to be a thousand,

With all the strength I had

I'd bless that spot, for there it was

That first I knew my Dad;

And while I'm on the subject

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