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Life's Revival

Come hither, you zither! I want to pluck you, like A goose. Head chop, drop. Roy spat in his coffee can, Teaching me how to drive. Papa in a pool, took a dive. Sally's grandmother, snuff. The stuff life's made of. Myself, I crave the curl of Smoke, in and out my bod. Next month, we plant sod. Popi had a reel and a rod. He'd go deep sea for dine. We'd have fish, white wine! I miss my mother's cooking. She was smart, good looking. Stuffing with celery, sage. Things get better with age.

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