<h2>NOTHIN' DONE</h2>
<h3>BY SAM S. STINSON</h3>
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<span class="i0">Winter is too cold fer work;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Freezin' weather makes me shirk.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Spring comes on an' finds me wishin'<br/></span>
<span class="i0">I could end my days a-fishin'.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Then in summer, when it's hot,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">I say work kin go to pot.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Autumn days, so calm an' hazy,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Sorter make me kinder lazy.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">That's the way the seasons run.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Seems I can't git nothin' done.<br/></span></div>
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