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The Otta Sight Generations

Hey babe, we're gonna go far. All 'cause I am tried of working for the man's with smelly Cuban Imported cigars. He must honestly spend a small fortune on them. We've been living much too long on the far side of town. Living on the other side of rail road tracks. Hearing their lonesome whistle blowing loud as can be. Hey love, your old man really knows how to make a fast buck. He does not go traveling in in a beat up old blue pick up Chevy truck! Struggling really hard just trying to make both ends meet. Wondering and worrying about paying the rent before all of our meager money has been spent. And we both wind up living on the streets. Hey babe, I know your old man really knows how to make the scene driving around in his female chauffer's driven black limousine. Reading The New York Times and the Wall Street Journal and Newsweek every day. Hey babe, I even did hear about your old man making the front cover as Time Magazine's Man of the Year. Hey Chickee, your old man really has all of the money changers beat. 'Cause he is known and loved, "As the Wolf of Wall Street. And hey girl, I did want to make you cry, we've always someone managed to barely get by. Some day, our boat's going to come in! I just wish I only knew both how and when! Love as always, Roxanne Lea Dubarry Roxy Lea 1954 Roxy 1954/ October Country January 24, 2020

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