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THE SIMPLE LIFE
Keith Preston
I do not share the common craze
For food with jazzy singers;
Boy,tell me not of cabarets
Where the late loophound lingers.
A glass of home brew cool and clear
Wetsdown myhome-cooked victuals;
So long as I can have my beer
I'll gladly miss the skittles.
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