1967
I once knew a man
Named
Peter
Hughes
He
Was
A
Biker
He
Was
A
Barber
Too
He
Said
Never use
A
Comb
When
You
Get
Out
Of
The
Shower
Always
Use
A
Brush
When
He
Got
Back
To
The
House
That afternoon
And asked me
What’s up?
In
A
Rare mood
I was
Silent
He
Said
I’m
All
Easy-rode-out
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