Confirmation in  General   

He was a poet who wrote clever verses,
And folks said he had a fine poetical taste;
But his father, a practical farmer, accused him
Of letting the strength of his arm go to waste.

He called on his sweetheart each Saturday evening,
As pretty a maiden as ever man faced,
And there he confirmed the old man's accusation
By letting the strength of his arm go to waist.

By Paul Laurence Dunbar

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• Accountability
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• Common Things
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• Encouraged
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• Howdy, Honey, Howdy
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• Morning
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• Signs of the Times
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• Sympathy
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• The Unlucky Apple
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