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There's  nothin’  pure  to  cat nor drink,  tin'  no  safe pln.ee  to  stay;
                              There's  n miasiny”  in the  dewfall an'  “ malary"  in  the sun;
                              Tain't safe to  be outdoors at  noon  or when the  day is  done.



                              “ Ameeby "  in  the  atmosphere,  calory  in  the  heat;
                              There’s  " corpus;; els”  an'  “ pigments 11  in  a  human  bein's  blood,
                              An*  every  other  kind  o'  thing existin’  selice the flood.

                              Terbaeker's  full  o'  " nickcrtcen,”  whatever that  may  be;
                              An'  your  mouth'll ah  get puckered  with  the  “ tannin "  in  the tea;
                              The butter's “ olymargareen"—it  never  saw a  cow;
                              Air  things  is  gittin’  wus  an’  wus from  what they be just  now.

                              The in  bugs  is  all  about  us,  just  a~ waitin'  fer a  chance
                              Tew navigate  our  vitals atr  tew  naw  us  off  iike pb.nts.
                              There's  men  that spends  a  lifetime  huntin'  worms just like  a goose,
                              Alt'  tackin'  Latin  names  to  'em  an'  lettin’  on  'em  loose,

                              Now,  I  don't believe  sech nonsense,  an'  I'm  not a  goin'  tew try.
                              If  things  has comc tew  such  a  piiss,  I'm satisfied tew die;
                              I'll  go  hang me ill  the sullar,  fer  I  won’t  be:  such a  fool
                              As to  wait  until Tm pizcned  by  a “ annymallycool."
                                                                             L ’jk a.na  w ,  S h eld o n .


                                                      THE  LOW=BACK  CAR.




                                             A  low-backed  car she  drove, and  sal:
                                               Upon  a truss of  hay ;
                                             But when  thnt  bay  was  blooming grass,
                                               And decked  with  flowers  of  spring,
                                             No  (lower  was  there  that  could  compare
                                               With  the blooming  girl  I  sing;
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