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Their homage men pay to the mowing
Which does all the work of a dozen as one,
And, cutting a passageway smoothly and keen,
Keeps steadily on till its labor is done;

Next year we are to bring all the soldiers
For lack of money, and it is all right
Places they guarded, or kept orderly,
We want the money for ourselves at

these hips are big hips
they need space to
move around in.
they don't fit into little