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God gave a Loaf to every Bird But just a Crumb to Me I dare not eat it tho’ I starve My poignant luxury To own it touch it Prove the feat that made the Pellet mine Too happy for my Sparrow’s chance For Ampler Coveting It might be Famine all around I could not miss an Ear Such Plenty smiles upon my Board My Garner shows so fair I wonder how the Rich may feel An Indiaman An Earl I deem that I with but a Crumb Am Sovereign of them all
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