Who grew rich trading with the Indians

  • Hod Putt

    HERE I lie close to the grave
    Of Old Bill Piersol,
    Who grew rich trading with the Indians fake oakley sunglasses, and who
    Afterwards took the Bankrupt Law
    And emerged from it richer than ever
    Myself grown tired of toil and poverty
    And beholding how Old Bill and other grew in wealth
    Robbed a traveler one Night near Proctor's Grove,
    Killing him unwittingly while doing so,
    For which I was tried and hanged.
    That was my way of going into bankruptcy.
    Now we who took the bankrupt law in our respective ways
    Sleep peacefully side by side.

    Ollie McGee

    Have you seen walking through the village
    A Man with downcast eyes and haggard face?
    That is my husban who, by secret cruelty
    Never to be told cheap oakleys, robbed me of my youth and my beauty;
    Till at last, wrinkled and with yellow teeth,
    And with broken pride and shameful humility,
    I sank into the grave.
    But what think you gnaws at my husband's heart?
    The face of what I was, the face of what he made me!
    These are driving him to the place where I lie.
    In death, therefore, i am avenged.

    Fletcher McGee

    She took my strength by minutes,
    She took my life by hours,
    She drained me like a fevered moon
    That saps the spinning world.
    The days went by like shadows

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    , shook the bolts.
    I hid me in a corner
    And then she died and haunted me,
    And hunted me for life.