This is about a recent vacation of someone other than me.
The bed was so hard I could not sleep Upon a couch I spent a week When the sun wasn't out It was dark, gray and dreary The wind whipped from the north So weary The food wasn't very good The bacon cheap And the bread stale The grits were dry, hard and coarse Oh, well The seas birds were quiet And I was hoarse All in all, I guess It was grand plan I held hands with my man
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