Poetic-Verses
THE SAW MILL
How wives, have you but found this mill
Deep in the ville?
In readiness to trot my song
I oft this long
Have found a tool for slashing wood
Deep in the pond.
Oh, soul, therefore
Travel to milage more
But never more
To find some sawdust sore
But never more.
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THE SAW MILL
THE SAW MILL
