*He repeated the last verse with her, speaking softly. More to himself then to her. Taking a long drag on his cigarette.*
"And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar; And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: "Please close that door. It's fine in here, but I greatly fear you'll let in the cold and storm-- Since I left Pumtree, down in Tennessee, it's the first time I've been warm."
Me Ma always said I never had the voice fer this kinda thing, iffen she were here now, she;d smack me in the back of the head and yell at me asking why I can't recite me poems like you did, then again....you got the sweeter voice. So, I reckon it don't rightly matta' anyhow.