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Edgar Guest - The Farmer Talks
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HERE `s a letter from John in th` city,
Ain`t heard from him now fer a year;
Yes, his handwritin` s stylish an` pretty,
An` rounded an` wonderf`ly clear;
Says he hopes we are all well an` thrivin`,
Remarks that June`s been rather cool,
But I know jes` at what he is drivin`
When he says that the kids have done school.

Don`t hear much from John through the winter,
Excep` when I go into town, 
An` then he don`t even begin ter
Warm up or git rid of his frown; 
Guess he ain`t fond of much entertainin`,
An` mebbe thinks I am a fool, 
Yet, I know jes` why he`s explainin`
The kids will be soon out of school.

Poor John ain`t got much excep` trouble,
A mortgage or two an` some debts. 
An` I sell a hog fer jes` double
The weekly amount that he gets; 
But still John is given ter braggin`,
In the city that`s often the rule; 
An` his wife is eternally naggin`—
So the kids will be soon out of school.

Well, I guess that I`ll send fer `em, Jenny,
Though I ain`t got much use fer John,
An` I wouldn`t favor him any,
But now that th` summer is on,
Those youngsters need sunshine, I `m thinkin`,
An` air that is fresh an` is cool;
I `m writin` him — darn me, I `m blinkin`—
To send `em when they `re out of school.
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