A Cobbler
Far and away
In an unusual calm
Eyes befell upon,
Of bright naked sun,
Ripped shoulders, a kit clung
In elation I saw
Thriving wet lips and certain joy,
To boot splashing sheen drops
Sweating rain ,in the warmest day,
Grimy hands,days ruin and cry
Poor' sweat of June and July
The beating sun, not less hisself
I say ,as I saw and believe,
As happy as joy ,
Far and away a Cobbler Boy
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