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He uttered no more, but went straight to his work. It just put me to shame. Boy, I felt like a jerk. He tapped out a poem as quick as a flash. It made my endeavors seem like so much trash.
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And laying a finger aside of his eyebrow, And tapping his temple, he said,
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As he vanished from sight, I could hear his loud holler,
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