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A Note Left In Jimmy Leonards Shack

 Near the dry river's water-mark we found
 Your brother Minnegan,
Flopped like a fish against the muddy ground.
Beany, the kid whose yellow hair turns green, Told me to find you, even if the rain, And tell you he was drowned.
I hid behind the chassis on the bank, The wreck of someone's Ford: I was afraid to come and wake you drunk: You told me once the waking up was hard, The daylight beating at you like a board.
Blood in my stomach sank.
Beside, you told him never to go out Along the river-side Drinking and singing, clattering about.
You might have thrown a rock at me and cried I was to blame, I let him fall in the road And pitch down on his side.
Well, I'll get hell enough when I get home For coming up this far, Leaving the note, and running as I came.
I'll go and tell my father where you are.
You'd better go find Minnegan before Policemen hear and come.
Beany went home, and I got sick and ran, You old son of a bitch.
You better hurry down to Minnegan; He's drunk or dying now, I don't know which, Rolled in the roots and garbage like a fish, The poor old man.

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