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Inheritance. Jan _ 1902.
Lo, what am I? a patch of things
Mere odds & ends, of lives flung by.
From age-long rag-bag gatherings.
Pieced up by fate, full thriftily
Somebodys worn out will and wit
" " habits, and his hair
Discarded conscience, faith once fair
Ere time, the moth, had eaten it.
My Great grandfathers chin and nose
The eyes my great grandmother wore
And hands from some remote - who knows?
Perchance prehensile ancestor.
Some bodys style - some bodys gait
Another bodies wrist and waist
With this ones temper, that ones trait,
Feelings, I never chose to feel.
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