By: Ardis E. Parshall - July 15, 2014 Keys By Clarence Edwin Flynn It is a shame upon usThat there should be a dayWhen we must seek protectionBy locking things away. If but the race were honest,One could leave any storeBy day or night, with neverA lock upon the door. He could lie down to slumberUnhindered till the dawn,Knowing no hand would harm him,Or anything be gone. Perhaps we shall be neighborsAgain in years to be,So honest that no ...
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