On a Miser

" He grinds the faces of the poor, "
Said Ned with solemn tone.
" Does he? " said Dick. " I'm very sure
He'd better grind his own. "

" He grinds the faces of the poor, "
Said Ned with solemn tone.
" Does he? " said Dick. " I'm very sure
He'd better grind his own. "
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