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Was but my deal to put in pocket
A brush that I would use on morning
And know thoroughly the blast furnace
And so I write them on that morning.
But two weeks was the bond of comfort
I'd stay awake; solve first a problem
And sure, I had no fail and troubles,
Would play great if two weeks were ended
I wrote laws on pieces of papers
Bent my left leg perpendicular
And used my left as a pillow
If I'd but dose and wake to profit.
I did my best to see my topics
And call my friends who said “but wake me
By two” I'd prod and pinch and tumble
And try again by four, who spurned still”
I never wrote this for a gossip
Of how I read; of glorious topic
Although the sickness burnt my body
If you'd excel, you must but study
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BOOK SACRIFICE
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