This poem was included in the original 1915 edition.
I INHERITED forty acres from my Father And, by working my wife, my two sons and two daughters From dawn to dusk, I acquired A thousand acres. But not content, Wishing to own two thousand acres, I bustled through the years with axe and plow, Toiling, denying myself, my wife, my sons, my daughters. Squire Higbee wrongs me to say That I died from smoking Red Eagle cigars. Eating hot pie and gulping coffee During the scorching hours of harvest time Brought me here ere I had reached my sixtieth year.
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Samuel Eto'o , 3 months ago
I think Cooney Potter is my idol. I am never statisfied with what I have, and like to make my kids do work for me. I also love hot coffee, pie, and cigars. I HEART COONEY POTTER!!!!!!