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Saint Anthony

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They say you are the patron saint Of all things that are lost Please help me to recover from My efforts and my cost I lost it at the racetrack And in a poker game I lost it in a slot machine Please help redeem my name I lost it on my sister’s cat And when I cleaned it up I lost it on my sweet DeLilah Please refill her cup What’s that, you say? These things don’t count? Only real things, in any Number or amount? Haps you’ve seen my wallet then My cell phone and my keys These things I must recuperate If you can help me, please While you’re out there looking I’d have you also know I’d have you keep an eye out for My marbles and my eo-eo Enjoy the music here. http://mike-martin.net/Intervention

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