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IT?S BEEN FIFTEEN SOME?ODD YEARS SINCE HE LOST AUNT LIL
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HE PLAYS RUSSIAN ROULETTE WITH MEMORIES, NOTHING BUT TIME TO KILL
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HE?S TOO OLD TO WORK HIS CATTLE, TOO STUBBORN TO STAY IN BED
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EACH MORNING OVER COFFEE HE TURNS TO HER PICTURE AND SAYS,
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OH I?VE BEEN BETTER, I?VE BEEN WORSE A TIME OR TWO
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I GOT?..TWO BLOODSHOT EYES AND THAT?S ENOUGH TO SEE ME THROUGH
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FAIR TO MIDDLIN??.. CONSIDERING,
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LIFE?S MOSTLY SCARS AND SOUVENIRS
THERE?S WRINKLES ON HIS FACE AND WRINKLES ON HIS CLOTHES
HE WEARS A LITTLE THINNER AS EACH DAY UNFOLDS
HE SWEARS HE?LL LIVE FOREVER JUST TO SPITE HIS HEALTH
BUT IT TAKES CHRISTIAN BROTHERS BRANDY TO REASSURE HIMSELF
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A PICTURES WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS AND MONEY EARNED IS MONEY SPENT
BLESS US OH LORD FOR THESE THY GIFTS, I KNOW NOT WHERE THEY WENT
NOW THE POSTMAN BRINGS HIS PENSION AND THE COUNTY BRINGS HIS MEALS
AND I DROP BY FROM TIME TO TIME JUST TO ASK HIM HOW HE FEELS
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