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Rich Man, Poor Man
By Franklin Price
12/29/2018

 A rich man and a poor man
Met out on a walk one fine day.
Being as different, as different can be,
What would you think they might say?

The rich man knew of the poor man
For he worked for him at the mill
And bolstered his pay making moonshine
At a still hidden up on the hill

“What are you doing out walking?”
Said the rich man to his working poor
“Should be on the job, with your broom stick,
Sweeping the lint off the floor.”

The poor man was pulling a wagon,
Covered and filled up with booze.
“I just finished a batch on the hill top.
You may have any bottle you choose”

The rich man, to chase away demons,
Imbibed of some drink every chance.
Not wanting to cheapen his image
He pulled twenty bucks from his pants.

“Here my good man is some money.
I know what you make now at work.
If I took your home made now, for nothing,
I would feel very much like a jerk”

The booze was traded for Jackson
There was nothing more left to say
The rich man opened the Bell jar,
Had a swig and he went on his way

The county was dry where the mill was,
No place to buy booze in the 'hood.
The poor man would keep his employment
As long as his moonshine was good.

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