"Factory Windows Are Always Broken", st. 1
Somebody's always throwing bricks,
Somebody's always heaving cinders,
Playing ugly Yahoo tricks.
The fact that you can write verse is in itself a certificate that you can write prose.
Booth died blind and still by faith he trod,
Eyes still dazzled by the ways of God.
Then I saw the Congo, creeping through the black,
Cutting through the forest with a golden track.
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