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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!!!!!!

 
 

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