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Sep 2021
Put it in a shinny bottle
***** the lid on tight
Ship it out in boxfuls
Pack it tight on ice

Give it a fancy label
Always under different names
Sweeten it with sugar
The taste is bitter just the same

Buying it like it's going out of style
The best thing since sliced bread
Being none the wiser
We keep on chugging it

Over time used to the taste
Not like we're loving it
Still not letting a drop go to waste
As we are daily fed

So pass around the bottle
Shake it up real nice
Hold our hands in coddle
As we let the snake oil bite
Mike Hauser
Written by
Mike Hauser  Sunny Florida
(Sunny Florida)   
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   Weeping willow
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