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Here's his ragged 'roundabout'	A
Turn the pockets inside out	A
See his pen knife lost to use	B
Rusted shut with apple juice	B
Here with marbles top and string	C
Is his deadly 'devil sling '	D
With its rubber limp at last	A
As the sparrows of the past	A
Beeswax buckles leather straps	E
Bullets and a box of caps	E
Not a thing of all I guess	F
But betrays some waywardness	F
E'en these tickets blue and red	A
For the Bible verses said	A
Such as this his mem'ry kept	A
'Jesus wept '	D
	-
Here's a fishing hook and line	G
Tangled up with wire and twine	G
And dead angle worms and some	H
Slugs of lead and chewing gum	H
Blent with scents that can but come	H
From the oil of rhodium	H
Here a soiled yet dainty note	A
That some little sweetheart wrote	A
Dotting 'Vine grows round the stump '	-
And 'My sweetest sugar lump '	-
Wrapped in this a padlock key	I
Where he's filed a touch hole see	I
And some powder in a quill	J
Corked up with a liver pill	J
And a spongy little chunk	K
Of 'punk '	-
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Here's the little coat but O	L
Where is he we've censured so	L
Don't you hear us calling dear	M
Back come back and never fear	M
You may wander where you will	J
Over orchard field and hill	J
You may kill the birds or do	A
Anything that pleases you	A
Ah this empty coat of his	F
Every tatter worth a kiss	F
Every stain as pure instead	A
As the white stars overhead	A
And the pockets homes were they	N
Of the little hands that play	N
Now no more but absent thus	F
Beckon us	F

James Whitcomb Riley

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