It seems unlikely that in this life I will
Assume my place with the ragged men
Standing in the street and looking
Into the fire they've made out of boards
And boxes and anything that will burn;
My ghost -- as if he won't have enough troubles! --
Falling heir to this debt may spend some
Coldest night of the year dragging two by fours
(Stolen from an unguarded construction site)
South along Second Avenue
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