CHOOSE.
A MEAN man there lived—so totally mean
That he never drew generous breath
His vileness he knew, and remorse was so keen
That he hated himself unto death.
That he never drew generous breath
His vileness he knew, and remorse was so keen
That he hated himself unto death.
A good man there was; so perfectly good
That he couldn't do ill if he tried;
He talked of his good, so complacent his mood,
Till the neighborhood faded and died.
That he couldn't do ill if he tried;
He talked of his good, so complacent his mood,
Till the neighborhood faded and died.
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