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A LITTLE AX TO GRIND
{Pessimistic Poem from the Caustic Pen of the Editor of the Lariet Lyre)
The world's plum' full o' people who nail your hand an' smile,
An' greet you in the warmest an' the gladdest kind o' style;
While they make quick calculations on your humble little pile,
An' lay their plans to grab it in the joyous afterwhile, 'Cause they has a little ax to grind.
Politicians an' them roosters what love
official pap, From the boss down to the cringin' an' the
confidential yap, Approach you an' administer your back a
hearty slap. An' put your bump o' caution in a sweet
an' gentle nap, When they has a little ax to grind.
Women, lov'ly women, fair as the dawn o'
day, Be oft the very angels what make the
strongest play;
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