COMMON CLAY   Let me pipe to you my lays Of the wretched and the holy And sing my songs in earthly praise Of the kingsman and the lowly.   Let me snuff the fires of Hades As at fantacies I jeer Let me laud the virgin ladies And the bubbles in the beer   The sinner and the saint- High priest and lowly knave Will march beyond the paint Into the common grave. DEATH   A wise old man once said Each life is but a thread Being wound around a spool Until we wind up dead   Must men tremble and men quake All for fear the thread should break when all the time we know That to live puts life at stake.   .. ..

THE DRUNKEN ANGEL An angel went a-reeling and a-rocking through the night and her feet were feather light She screaming through the heaven's went And flitted o'er the clouds A-dancing down to earth she went And slithered through the shrouds A sister angel cried, "Oh, what a shame For one of us to act this way; The Master sure won't like her silly game." She paused.  "I know just what he'll say." The Master saw this drunken flight And quickly turned his head "My angel surely is a sight," The gracious Master said. The sister angel was surprised As she had been before By now she should have realized: THE MASTER TENDS HIS STORE. .. .. .. .. ..

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