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As I sat smoking alone yesterday	A
And lazily leaning back in my chair	B
Enjoying myself in a general way	A
Allowing my thoughts a holiday	A
From weariness toil and care	B
My fancies doubtless for ventilation	C
Left ajar the gates of my mind	D
And Memory seeing the situation	C
Slipped out in street of Auld Lang Syne	C
	-
Wandering ever with tireless feet	E
Through scenes of silence and jubilee	F
Of long hushed voices and faces sweet	E
Were thronging the shadowy side of the street	E
As far as the eye could see	F
Dreaming again in anticipation	C
The same old dreams of our boyhood's days	G
That never come true from the vague sensation	C
Of walking asleep in the world's strange ways	G
	-
Away to the house where I was born	C
And there was the selfsame clock that ticked	H
From the close of dusk to the burst of morn	C
When life warm hands plucked the golden corn	C
And helped when the apples were picked	H
And the chany dog on the mantel shelf	I
With the gilded collar and yellow eyes	J
Looked just as at first when I hugged myself	I
Sound asleep with the dear surprise	J
	-
And down to the swing in the locust tree	F
Where the grass was worn from the trampled ground	K
And where Eck Skinner Old Carr and three	F
Or four such other boys used to be	F
Doin' sky scrapers or whirlin' round	K
And again Bob climbed for the bluebird's nest	L
And again had shows in the buggy shed	M
Of Guymon's barn where still unguessed	M
The old ghosts romp through the best days dead	M
	-
And again I gazed from the old school room	N
With a wistful look of a long June day	M
When on my cheek was the hectic bloom	N
Caught of Mischief as I presume	N
He had such a partial way	M
It seemed toward me And again I thought	M
Of a probable likelihood to be	F
Kept in after school for a girl was caught	M
Catching a note from me	F
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And down through the woods to the swimming hole	O
Where the big white hollow old sycamore grows	P
And we never cared when the water was cold	M
And always clucked the boy that told	M
On the fellow that tied the clothes	Q
When life went so like a dreamy rhyme	R
That it seems to me now that then	C
The world was having a jollier time	R
Than it ever will have again	C

James Whitcomb Riley

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