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Jul 2016
tell the man he needs a wife
tell the horse he needs a saddle
do we owe the past our life
float down the river throw out our paddle

should i not complain
you advance i remain
stereotype me from the past
your fabulous image changing so fast

we'll be shakin to the rapper
renamed lawrence welk
its too late now to slap her
the future is all about the milk
chump
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   Pauline Morris
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