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Show The "Wing Kid" (By T. G.) The Kid is dead, not many knew, Watching the waif upon the street, How white the soul, how high and true, The heart of him, or just how sweet The longings lost along the way His "combination" broken sure. No "win" or "place" or "show" to play This final race, and feel secure. Hello, kiddo, come here with me Got a cinch, and I'll put you wise; "Tower of Candles" at ten to three, And here's the wire, "a big surprise." Look at the book an' do it quick "Can do better if track is fair." Slip me a twenty to turn the trick, A shame to take it, but don't you care. That was the Kid, the poor Wing Kid, Shattered of frame and a sightless stare, It doesn't aiatter just what he did, For his word was good and his deal was square. That was the Kid, with a burled hope, Whose every day was a darker night, And just to quote him, "Why, here's the dope, "I don't look much, but my heart is white." |