The wall is strong enough to hold a tide of tears...
It is the same protective bulwark that saves me from my fears...
"Why do you cry then?"
Otherwise it will make me insane! ...
(With apologies to the singer of the “Song of the Banjo”.)
I'm a homely little bit of tin and bone;
I'm beloved by the Legion of the Lost;
I haven't got a “vox humana” tone,
And a dime or two will satisfy my cost.
I don't attempt your high-falutin' flights;
I am more or less uncertain on the key;
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