Zachariah Wells

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It was a colossal case of crossed wires.

When he stopped to beg a drop of water,

I misheard him. His mouth was gummy,

there was a horrible hubbub and my ears

have never been quite right. I thought he asked

for a pair of sandals. (The rhyme’s more clear

in Aramaic.) Well, a poor cobbler

can’t afford to give the work of his hands

away for free, any more than can

a carpenter, and I could see that he

hadn’t far to go before he’d need

no shoes. (Prospects for their speedy return

seemed slim.) So I told the scrawny beggar

to move on with his cross and briars.


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