dignity go not thou out ma door

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it was 1753
the ole winch
drug home a pork
in a wet damp filthy bucket

entering our very door
i repudiated her,
 instructed her of
 the states of dignitity

the hundreds of years!

she worked to break-a me,
to win,   shoving crud
into ma soup

and lo
 today I smile at the dinner she serves
  scraps discarded by     folk nearby
    they going around the dancing ball




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