Now, what say you and me
Just talk, boy—you see,
It ain’t nothin’ but a heavy
Line of black
Iron forged into a wedge,
Fitted with a crow
Like claw at one end
That’s proved
Well worth its mettle, down
Right useful for prying
And pulling out nails, too.
Grabs hold of rusty old head and pries out what has every appearance of a thought...
ReplyDeleteCan this be?
Just talk... that's something to be truly afeared of.
ReplyDeleteAin't it now, boys? You bet.
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