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Have you ever while pond’ring the ways of the morn,
Thought to save just a bit, just a drop in the horn;
To pour in the ev’ning or late afternoon
Or during the night when we’re shining the moon?
Have you ever cried out while counting the snow
Or watching the tomtit warble hello….
And then there’s a complete break in mood, a drunken bump-and-grind Dixieland band awakes and blatters:
Break out the cigars, this life is for squirrels [fermata]
We’re off to the drugstore to whistle at girls?
— http://byneddiejingo.blogspot.com/2005/03/greetings-from-fort-mudge.html
