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Jan 2019
Aye Laddie
Your hairs gone gray
Your bonnie lass has gone astray
Nay your kin folk know ye name
Nay a prayer has crossed your lips
In at least these thirty years
You've tried your trade
But no one buys copper these days
Hope and luck have made ye a piker
You're as mad as a hatter
And you have  no one left to blame
Written by
Ike E Davis  55/M
(55/M)   
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