Was there a time when dancers with their fiddles
In children's circuses could stay their troubles?
There was a time they could cry over books,
But time has sent its maggot on their track.
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Under the skysigns they who have no arms have cleanest hands, and, as the heartless ghost Alone's unhurt, Lovely poem.
Nice poem, I liked the words. Scientifically inaccurate tho