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all kinds of jobs. I have
had the blues before, for
I knew he was queer
and incapable and careless
and incompetent
and shiftless, but I this
night, maybe, he could
make this old, [ravel?],
go as he was a failure
at everything else, but
I see he can't do this,
even and when I know
Mama has suffered
like this for 28 years.
I want to die and get
out of my misery or
go to the poor farm
or some where. Oh,
Edith, I could tell you
volumes how I have
taken subscriptions
to magazines and sold
rose beads and we
have made orange