The snow or the rain or the sunshine free
Is divided among all men --
The rich, the poor the white, the black --
Nature cheats no man. The grass grows green in Eastside town
And, too, in the prominent West;
These are the things that wealth cannot buy--
Or thieves break through and steal.

Zane Blythe Dalton

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