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Robert W Service - TimRobert W Service - Tim
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My brother Tim has children ten,          While I have none. Maybe that`s why he`s toiling when          To ease I`ve won. But though I would some of his brood          Give hearth and care, I know that not a one he would          Have heart to spare. `Tis children that have kept him poor;          He`s clad them neat. They`ve never wanted, I am sure,          For bite to eat. And though their future may be dim,          They laugh a lot. Am I tearful for Brother Tim?          Oh no, I`m not. I know he goes to work each day          With flagging feet. `Tis hard, even with decent pay,          To make ends meet. But when my sterile home I see,          So smugly prim, Although my banker bows to me,          I envy Tim.
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