The Tally Man Poem by Timothy Long

The Tally Man



Oh Tally man oh tally, how do you do, you scorn in fright at such beautifal sights, why do you do this, you frown upon free goverment, you smile for death, this sighnifighs that you have no emotion, as if a robot in human skin, Oh why Tally man Oh why.

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Timothy Long

Timothy Long

Auburn, New York
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