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Blackberries

by William Allingham
 
 

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['Twere well, in sooth]
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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['Twere well, in sooth]

'Twere well, in sooth,
Could we sift things out;
But we can't find truth,
And we don't want doubt.
So let old things stay,
In whatever jumble;
Touch them, straightway
They crumble and tumble,
Choke us with dust, fall on our toes.
—You that come after us, deal with those!