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A MAN OF WORDS AND NOT OF DEEDS. A MAN of words and not of deeds Is like a garden full of weeds; And when the weeds begin to grow, It’s like a garden full of snow; And when the snow begins to fall, It’s like a bird upon the wall; And when the bird away does fly, It’s like an eagle in the sky; And when the sky begins to roar, It’s like a lion at the door; And when the door begins to crack, It’s like a stick across your back; And when your back begins to smart, It’s like a penknife in your heart; And when your heart begins to bleed, You’re dead, and dead, and dead indeed. (TT EZ o BERGE G 7 F | ach a AOS ~~ rá ASS y ‘ot -, a a ; an oy — wo 295
