| Louis Untermeyer, ed. (18851977). Modern American Poetry. 1919. |
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| Franklin P. Adams. 1881 |
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| 88. The Rich Man |
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| THE rich man has his motor-car, | |
| His country and his town estate. | |
| He smokes a fifty-cent cigar | |
| And jeers at Fate. | |
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| He frivols through the livelong day, | 5 |
| He knows not Poverty, her pinch. | |
| His lot seems light, his heart seems gay; | |
| He has a cinch. | |
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| Yet though my lamp burns low and dim, | |
| Though I must slave for livelihood | 10 |
| Think you that I would change with him? | |
| You bet I would! | |
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