Poem by Lesbia Harford

Machinist's Song

The foot of my machine
Sails up and down
Upon the blue of this fine lady's gown.
Sail quickly, little boat,
With gifts for me,
Night and the goldy streets and liberty.

1. How funny it would be if dreamy I
2. O little year, cram full of duty
3. Closing Time: Public Library
4. A bunch of lilac and a storm of hail
5. Machinist Talking

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