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Only a Pin

Only a pin; yet, it calmly lay
On the tufted floor in the light of day;
And it shone serenely fair and bright
Reflecting back the noonday light.

Only a boy; yet he saw that pin,
And his face assumed a fiendish grin;
He stopped for a while with look intent,
Till he and the pin alike were bent.

Only a chair; but upon its seat
A well-bent pin found safe retreat;
Nor had the keenest eye discerned
That heavenward its point was turned.

Only a man; but he chanced to drop
Upon that chair, when, fizz-bang-pop!
He leaped like a cork from out a bottle
And opened with its valve de throttle.

Only a yell, though an honest one,
It lacked the element of fun;
And boy and man and pin and chair,
In wild confusion mingled there.

—(from a Victorian Scrap Album)

Zek’el Brown Unburdens Himself

The neatest woman in town
Folks say I’ve got for a wife;
And what folks say is gospel truth
This time, you bet your life.

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