Just
down a busy street
An office locked securely;
Says
everyone we meet:
“There’s something wrong here surely.”
What
is this card we see,
May it be naught of sorrow;
“I’m
gone today,” says he,
“But may be back tomorrow.”
Don’t
waste your time in doubt,
He’s every inch a man, sir;
He
knows what he’s about,
He’s
gone fishing, that’s the answer.
April
22, ‘09
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