The Running Chestnut - Euphemisms
Next you can expect Running Chestnut over the hill and through the grove in three moons and a coon's age but I am only as old as I can still remember only as I feel No rain no gain in my december pond In my day we walked uphill bare footed in dirt older than both ways in around about way growing gracefully Help I've fallen asleep at the wheel in my golden age and can't get up to see blue hair on the back burner Coming and going expression lines upon my face a moment of good vintage did I leave the stove on The Running Chestnut doesn't fall to far from the tree
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