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May 2016
Have your people call my people
We'll set something up
Solve a few world problems
Over a simple lunch

Discussing all the does and don'ts
All that needs to be done
Serve up a delicacy of world peace
Before the taste is off our tongue  

We'll lick the icing on the energy crisis
In the middle of dessert
A rather tasty morsel
Before we head back to work

Oh and when it comes to world hunger
We'll both get doggy bags
That is if in our gluttony
There is anything left

The only thing is we seem to argue over
Is this slight problem we both have
Who's turn is it this time
To pick up the tab
Mike Hauser
Written by
Mike Hauser  Sunny Florida
(Sunny Florida)   
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