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One wants a teller in a time like this

One wants a teller in a time like this

One 's not a man one 's not a woman grown
To bear enormous business all alone.

One cannot walk this winding street with pride
Straight shouldered tranquil eyed
Knowing one knows for sure the way back home.
One wonders if one has a home.

One is not certain if or why or how.
One wants a Teller now

Put on your rubbers and you won 't catch a cold
Here 's hell there 's heaven. Go to Sunday School
Be patient time brings all good things and cool
Stong balm to calm the burning at the brain?
Behold
Love 's true and triumphs and God 's actual..

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