Ginger Baker
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When I listen to the words of Ginger Baker
It dawns upon me
Not all Cream rises to the top
I sure wish someone would drum some sense into that old man
Is there not but one charitable Baker
To do us a favor and cook Ginger?
Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2015
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