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Show SOTHISG S8RK. j ' AFTSr. IHB MA5!fIT. or f.:i j The aea stood by the stable door, Ttie swepin s of the stable floor Some scantlfad, musty, bntken straw He munched, and munched, and nothing me. Yon politician struts the fl'jor, His speech is gemmed with pot-house lora. His goos essays the ea5les soar, Words, only words, and noticing mors. The preacher, dear, pood, pioos bore, ProTes all the prophats one foresaw, Kaowa what the future has in store, Kuows what he thinks, and nothiat more. The lawyer quotes you score on score Of great authorities it law To prove your case wirhoot a flaw; He gains hi: fee, and nothing more. The doctor knows you to the core. Apt with eaeh fibre, nerve and pore; Can snatch yon froai Death's greedy maw, He '-bleeds" you well, and nothing more. The ass still stands beside ths door, And still ic munching as before, down, book and pill are broken straw; Ho's the aame ass, and nothing more. |