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Show IUIVMK9 OF "THE TIMES." BV OUB OWN MACHINE POET. "Tis now the man who kee ps a place Where people fco to fowl, Wears a broad wnlle upon n is face Ami hugs lilmselt with Kieed. How gully he watcheth the guest Who all In valu to break The sinews In his chop doth try, And llkewlso In the eteak. And when the hopeless, hungry man Ills job hath (riven uPi And swears by all that's preat and good He'll go elsewhere to suy. How joyfully he grasp the punch And worksite levers right li.u'l 'Till he knocks out a dollar's worth -From his wrathy guest's blue pie card. The fast young man now mo'ints his wheel And takes his morning ride: The swift young woman dons her hat And rolls along beetde; The one a single wheel bestrides, The other can't, you see; She rides a t hlng that has three wheels, For she is bulk that way. The dusty days have come again. ' And the erstwhile pious man Who gets his eyes chock full of dust, Doth geutly murmur ! |