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Jan 2016
Please mister
Find me a home
I have me some money
I'll throw you a bone
  
Please mister
I worked all my life
I had me a place
A place with my wife
  
Cookie Construction
Tore my home down
They razed it to nothing
Leveled to ground
  
This city's so crowded
There isn't the room
For someone disabled
Who has paid his dues
  
Who served for his country
The red, white and blue
We'll give him some money
And throw him his food
  
We'll move him two counties
It's better for him
Then to let him live where
His life did begin
  
We'll give him new neighbors
We'll give him new friends
We'll give him a stamp card
To eat with again
  
Hey, you with the uncle
How come no grin?
I'm too tuckered; tired
For this mess again
David Ehrgott
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