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Was cold, and knocked upon the door;
When no one answered, he
Just turned the knob and went on in—
To see what he could see.

Old Aaron sat, bound in a chair;
His face was snarled with fear;
His hair cut off'n him quite close;
His throat cut, ear to ear.

She sat in a rocker, muttering,
A-waggling of her head;
But when she saw the dude, she rose:—
"He heard! He spoke!" she said.

The ConservativeWinifred Virginia Jackson


HOOFIN' IT
Pork an'
Beans an'
Apple pie!
Doughnuts,
Swagen,
By Gor-ri!
We'll hit
Great Pond
By an' by!

I am but a river hog,
River hog, river hog!
I am but a river hog
Hoofin' it to Great Pond!

Ellsworth is a meachin' town,
Sick'em town, lick'em town,
Ellsworth is a meachin' town,
Ring-a-round-a-rosy!

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