THE IDIOT BOY - Benjamin Franklin King Poems

 
 

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THE IDIOT BOY
He wandered down the moutain grade
  Beyond the speed assigned--
A youth whom Justice often stayed
  And generally fined.

He went alone, that none might know
  If he could drive or steer.
Now he is in the ditch, and Oh!
  The differential gear!

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