Tabled over the counter's a fate
and on auction's lane a slave,
on account of big bellied fellows.
Two silvers is a real deal
Not for those muscles, Don
for it eats less and toils hard.
I despise wasting energy on rods
yet It's ugly looking stubborn and lazy,
and my barns needs frequent attention.
My riffle cocked hard for that asset
on addition your shoes can indemnify
After all we've traded for yonks
Two silvers and a pair of shoes
sounds like business' done
A toss for that my Don.
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