Deaf In An Ear Poem by James McLain

The insane woman Compte 'S daily being still harms,
except each night when it'; S hot.
The flies are worse over there, come here.
Today front, won'; T you have faith.
Some wigglers, s' draw aside
inside from outside support the manners,
here they are.
You come there and there here and
do you sit a charm, can you around the sun, can you draw?
While we wait on them,
you can still say to me, I'; m deaf in an ear.
See that the type? ' with its head hung downwards,
it l' beat with it true; so true good enough.
This mare more over there can look at true, truely slow down,
with the fast hands about it.
While drawing on this cord like that, it' S;
wonder of S.P.C.A. n' import which body awaits you.
By gollies no I ain'; T
had still of projectiles since I' have for the last time
considering that the sheep of farmers, listen hear how.
I only still Count daily been being be,
except each night when it'; S hot.
You think yourselves can draw all above that
these trimmings and part of leave for what'; S.P.C.A. indicated?