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One Wants A Teller In A Time Like This

 One wants a teller in a time like this

One's not a man, one's not a woman grown
To bear enormous business all alone.
One cannot walk this winding street with pride Straight-shouldered, tranquil-eyed, Knowing one knows for sure the way back home.
One wonders if one has a home.
One is not certain if or why or how.
One wants a Teller now: Put on your rubbers and you won't catch a cold Here's hell, there's heaven.
Go to Sunday School Be patient, time brings all good things--(and cool Stong balm to calm the burning at the brain?) Behold, Love's true, and triumphs; and God's actual.

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