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Jonathan Swift - On An Ill-Managed HouseJonathan Swift - On An Ill-Managed House
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LET me thy properties explain:  A rotten cabin dropping rain:  Chimneys, with scorn rejecting smoke;  Stools, tables, chairs, and bedsteads broke.  Here elements have lost their uses,          Air ripens not, nor earth produces:  In vain we make poor Sheelah toil,  Fire will not roast, nor water boil.  Through all the valleys, hills, and plains,  The Goddess Want, in triumph reigns:          And her chief officers of state,  Sloth, Dirt, and Theft, around her wait.
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