Doubtin’

What a blessin’ ‘tis ter doubt

All these yarns thet float erbout.

‘F we should b’leive ha’f what we hear

Life would be one life-long tear.

Yarns come pourin’ in all day

‘Bout some party who’s away.

Doubtin’ story, tale an’ pledge,

What a blessed privilege!

Folks don’t thank their stars enough,

When they hear sech tarnal stuff,

For the privilege they’ve got

Uv believin’ it or not.

Thus we go on day by day,

Doubtin’ yarns thet come our way;

Yarns thet fill our weary ears

With a woe too great for tears.

But we lissen with a grin –

Out they come es they go in.

If we b’lieved all this ‘n that

We would need a bigger hat;

Cuz our heads would be es full

Es a compressed bale uv wool.

Thank all Natur roun’ erbout,

Thet my head’s got room for doubt.

Oct. 2, ‘91

     Pub.

Conn. Valley

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