As the sin, the nigh obsolete sin, of refusing.
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]THE CURSE OF THE LAUNDRIED SHIRT.
I came down here from the ’Back, last year,
For a spell and a high-toned drunk,
But I back and fill with a palsied will
As I lounge on a kapok bunk.
I laze and laze where a man’s life pays
For a kiss and a pint of squirt,
Like a weak-kneed slop in a draper’s shop—