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A man I knew relayed some noise
And through his solemn equipoise
Drowned out sorrow as he began
To tell the world "THEY ALWAYS CAN"

He raged and railed from end to end
Of hedges just around the bend
Of Barclay, Morgan, and the like
As hatred fumed from all his might

He cursed the dollars he had scorned
And prayed the hedge was never born
And further still, the man that milled
And toiled hard, his hardness killed..

For in his heart a void from birth
Delayed what he had counted worth
He filled that void will coins and bill
And in their bitterness did kill
That subtle boy who loved in lack
Whose innocence would ne'er come back