“I
heard it was lucky” said Uncle Jim Ross,
“To
pick up a shoe that belonged to a hoss;
So
I looked up an’ down till I nearly went blind,
But
nary a hoss-shoe could I ever find.”
“One
day I went into a shop by the way,
An’
there by the forge did a hoss-shoe lay;
‘Now
here is my luck,’ I said feeling grand,
But
pickin’ it up I ‘bout roasted my hand.”
c.
May 15, ‘09
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