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Stuffy smell of mouldering leather, Tattered arm-chairs, creaking doors, Books that slovenly elbow each other, Sown with children's scrawls and long Worn out by contact with generations: Tattered tramps displaying yourselves -- "We, though you broke our backs, did not complain."
If I had my way, I would take you out and bury you quickly, Or give you to the clean fire.