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68 | In This Our World My creed is buttoned with a pin— It does not fit! The school I went to wasn’t right— Not one bit! The education given me Was meant for the community, And my poor head works differently— It does not fit! I try to move and find I can’t— Not one bit! Things that were given me to stay Are mostly lost and blown away, And what I have to use to-day— It does not fit! What I was taught I cannot do— Not one bit! And what I do I was not taught And what I find I have not sought; I never say the thing I ought— It does not fit! I have not meant to be like this— Not one bit! But in the puzzle and the strife I fail my friend and pain my wife; Oh, how it hurts to have a life That does not fit! On New Year’s Day On New Year’s Day he plans a cruise To Heaven straight—no time to lose! Vowing to live so virtuously That each besetting sin shall flee— Good resolutions wide he strews On New Year’s Day. A while he minds his p’s and q’s, And all temptations doth refuse, Recalling his resolves so free On New Year’s Day. But in the long year that ensures, They fade away by threes and twos— The place we do not wish to see Is paved with all he meant to be, When he next year his life reviews— On New Year’s Day. ...

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