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Songs of the soil; a small sheaf of verse from the field where poetry is lived . Page Thirty-one The Fighter Page Thirty-two .^^ ?E y From him who is disgusted With livin on the him who says hes busted And who, with false voice to steady wailin Damns things that are today—For sake of better sailin Lets bolt—and make some hay. No bread lines on our eighty. No kitchen dolin soup,No hunger problems weighty. No starvin, wide-eyed groupAwaitin blasts that summon— (The factry whistle-call)When wheels will start a-hummin, And furnish work for all. The world eer will be needin The products of our will be exceedin The yield, soon, of our cant be any reapin Unless some sowins done—By fightin—not by weepin. The battles always

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