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Put the coin in the box, Colin, Uncle Donal said, Hear it shake, and he’d Take up the box and shake It hard so that the coins Would rattle loudly. Do you Hear that, Colin, that’s the Change from my purse and Pocket, the missionaries can Have that for their work abroad, To feed and spread the Word. Will you hush the noise there, Granddaddy called; I can’t hear Myself think for the racket of it. The horses are on the run and I Can’t hear who is where and who’s Behind. Uncle Donal put the Charity box down on the mantel Shelf with the gentleness of Cousin Chloe removing her underwear Before her bath. Ah, **** the horse, Granddaddy bellowed, I could run Faster myself so I could. Never bet On the horses, Colin, he said, they’ll Let you down and take your money Just like a woman. Uncle Donal pulled A face and grinned from ear to ear, as Grandmother entered the room with A face of thunder and Granddaddy said, Oh, hello, wife, how are you my dear?
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Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 2:51 PM UTC
COIN BOX. (OLD POEM)
Put the coin in the box, Colin, Uncle Donal said, Hear it shake, and he’d Take up the box and shake It hard so that the coins Would rattle loudly. Do you Hear that, Colin, that’s the Change from my purse and Pocket, the missionaries can Have that for their work abroad, To feed and spread the Word. Will you hush the noise there, Granddaddy called; I can’t hear Myself think for the racket of it. The horses are on the run and I Can’t hear who is where and who’s Behind. Uncle Donal put the Charity box down on the mantel Shelf with the gentleness of Cousin Chloe removing her underwear Before her bath. Ah, **** the horse, Granddaddy bellowed, I could run Faster myself so I could. Never bet On the horses, Colin, he said, they’ll Let you down and take your money Just like a woman. Uncle Donal pulled A face and grinned from ear to ear, as Grandmother entered the room with A face of thunder and Granddaddy said, Oh, hello, wife, how are you my dear?
A BOY IN EIRE IN 1950S.
TerryCollett
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Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 2:51 PM UTC
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