I couldn't touch a stop and turn a screw,
And set the blooming world a-work for me,
Like such as cut their teeth -- I hope, like you --
On the handle of a skeleton gold key;
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..........a powerful write....enjoyed... ~ But the thing is daily done by many and many a one; And we fall, face forward, fighting, on the deck. ~