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...ree! Give me air! Oh! My 
God!
One! Two! Three! I am drowning 
in slime!
One! Two! Three! And his corpse, 
like a clod,
Beats me into a jelly! The chime,
One! Two! Three! And his 
dead legs keep time.
Air! Give me air! Air! My God!...Read more of this...

...nd looks sad if I give the wrong answers
 and she says things like,
 "Do you think it's going to rain?"
 and I say, "It beats me,"
 and she says, "Oh,"
 and looks a little sad
 at the clear blue California sky,
 I think : Thank God, it's you, baby, this time
 instead of me....Read more of this...

...bleeding.

Then we will take with wildwood track,
And he'll be wae and weary,
But when he gets his manhood back
And beats me I'll be cheery.
And maybe some fowl's neck I'll wring,
And maybe we'll get tipsy;
So by a thorn fire how we'll sing!
What heaven for a gypsy!...Read more of this...

...ll- Jolly quick."

Then he turned round and looked himself straight in the face,
And he said "What you're scared of beats me;
Ramsbottoms was landlords when Gosletts was nowt,
And it's him should be working for thee!"

Then he said "I'm surprised at myself, so I am,
To think I should so condescend 
As to come hat in hand to a feller like 'im
And ask if he's owt he can lend."

This argument brought him to Squire's front door,
It were open and Squire stood inside; 
He s...Read more of this...

...ot wed with you," she said; "I love another man.

"I love him and I hate him so. He holds me in a spell.
He beats me - see my bruisèd brest; he makes my life a hell.
He bleeds me, as by sin and shame I earn my daily bread:
Oh cruel Fate, I cannot mate till Lew Lamore is dead!"

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The long lean flume streaked down the hill, five hundred feet of fall;
The waters in the dam above chafed at their prison wall;
They surged and swept, they churn...Read more of this...

...all the North had heard o' Ref McGraw.
I'm glad to make ye eat yer words, since I am Black Moran,
An' no man livin' beats me on the draw."

And as they boldly bellied, each man's hand was on his rod,
Yet at that dreaded name the Sheriff knew
A single fumbling movement and he'd go to meet his God,
The which he had no great desire to do.
So there they stood like carven wood and hushed was every breath,
We watched them glaring, staring eye to eye;
But neither drew, f...Read more of this...

...ing still 
With such as me; but he’s a town-bred chap, 
Full of his college notions and Christmas hymns. 

Religion beats me. I’m amazed at folk
Drinking the gospels in and never scratching 
Their heads for questions. When I was a lad 
I learned a bit from mother, and never thought 
To educate myself for prayers and psalms. 

But now I’m old and bald and serious-minded,
With days to sit and ponder. I’d no chance 
When young and gay to get the hang of all 
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