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AN ORACLE OF THE PLAINS
A bow-legged cowboy sat rolling, one day, A cute cigarette in his own nimble way; And when he had finished the coffin nail, he Delivered this wisdom free gratis to me:
"What's the use fer to worry, or even to fret, Fer the things of the world you never will get ? An' likewise she's true that fer me or fer you, There's jes' about one or two tricks we can do; Be as good as we know an* cut out the bad, An* allers be cheerful an' never get mad; Fer the frownin' face gathers the wrinkles,
my friend, An' the smilin' one stays like a boy's to the
end."
Thus the bow-legged puncher delivered adÂvice
In a style not offensive but studiously nice;
And then smiling quaintly he winked at the sky
In a way that was childish but wickedly sly. |
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