Volume 10 — NOTHIN' DONE[2]
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NOTHIN' DONE[2]
BY SAM S. STINSON
Winter is too cold fer work; Freezin' weather makes me shirk. Spring comes on an' finds me wishin' I could end my days a-fishin'. Then in summer, when it's hot, I say work kin go to pot. Autumn days, so calm an' hazy, Sorter make me kinder lazy. That's the way the seasons run. Seems I can't git nothin' done.