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Paper Sacks I have Known - 1
When I was a lad I was a
sack boy at Mixson’s
I stacked and sacked
coffee and corn and beans
To carry out to cars along
the street
In a little town that no
longer exists
Sacks in three sizes were
my tools of trade:
The little ones for Papa’s
cigarettes
The mediums for tonight’s
milk and bread
The big ‘uns for the
Saturday in-towns
Mixson’s is closed, as is
my little town
And paper sacks, too, just
cannot be found
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