For R.C.B.

Life comes a-hurrying,
Or life lags slow;
But you've stopped worrying—
Let it go!
Some call it gloomy,
Some call it jake;
They're very little to me—
Let them eat cake!
Some find it fair,
Some think it hooey,
Many people care;
But we don't, do we?
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