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By Jack Joseph Smith
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saw that he had constructed A
shack under the curved stone,
But the roof was not round in
style, No, it meet at a streight
point.
(Let's keep to the meaning
of ceiling. for Modern man.)
(I'm not A Mexican, bot my batter
is fine; And I'm hungry.)
The rings of the guns had
ceased, And the rocks were
pinched Against each other quiet,
not spilling there sand.
(The world is thankful for the
lapse.)
(Surely there is stewn below
for the hogs. They wouldn't
want to get bogged down with
A Life, when they have A Life-
time target for the game; if they
have patience for the Light, And
can't they Let the passing of
Natural night, After all, it is
the sun and moon, not I that is to
blame.)