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By Jack Joseph Smith
Knowing when you got a wild whip
Isn't necessarly that way
You got #o be clear with a strap
Fast as a knife and the ney
Infants have considered excaping
Three handred yars attached to spring
Back to class never is there leaving .
A world lesser than us; we have a ring
Footsteps and crawfish stay in the creek
From the past we are to touch and run from
It better be that way on our way back
Forget the talk; all the daughters own the loam
This drout all along and down the line
That makes us sad against to weep
Give us not lost flowers our hands to keep
We have no line to draw; only it is our day