Based on my dna results they could charge a penny a throw and I'd still run out of money
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Joseph Goulson 1707-1780
My sledging hammer lies declined, my bellows too have lost their wind
My fire's extinct, my forge decay'd, and in the dust my vice is laid
My coal is spent, my iron's gone
My nails are drove, my work is done
Lord receive my soul
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