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THE PESSIMIST.
UncategorizedTHE PESSIMIST.
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With Jaundiced eye he looks around
And everything is wrong;
A minor strain by him is found
In every little song,
And every rose that blooms at morn
For him holds nothing but a thorn.
He sees no guerdon in the rain,…
An Inspection Tour.
UncategorizedAn Inspection Tour.
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I saw them kill a beet or two. It was a painful sight.
The ma man who killed them not at all poitte. was so rude and
He did not bow or scrape at all, which seemed to me so queer.
Before he picked the hammer up and…