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Carl Sandburg - The Junk ManCarl Sandburg - The Junk Man
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I am glad God saw Death And gave Death a job taking care of all who are tired     of living: When all the wheels in a clock are worn and slow and     the connections loose And the clock goes on ticking and telling the wrong time     from hour to hour And people around the house joke about what a bum     clock it is, How glad the clock is when the big Junk Man drives     his wagon Up to the house and puts his arms around the clock and     says:          "You don`t belong here,          You gotta come          Along with me," How glad the clock is then, when it feels the arms of the     Junk Man close around it and carry it away.
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