Ya He’d Scrap The Captain For Mister Brown

It’s an ill wind that blows

When the windows ain’t closed.

And it’s better seen far from the outside.

Inside, she’s like nature.

All curvy and straight.

Have a good hold yourself

When you open that gate.

Hold it open.

Keep it open.

The penned up can’t wait.

Barry

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