Swig of this
Monday always Monday rain or shine
to be with you so kind
rush order hasty taste of the year
sunny side up to favorite bar
seek whench ale or car
look all around whatever are took
pile for pile frequently fake
in the midst of it all a heavenly stake
greasers corporate violate bevel
only one can learn sweple swivel
honour makes best to some too true
lanyard gives rest a bum his brew
like you you're plate fires' settle
and trouble the bettle
but amoung friends honestly bake
and tend to the rake
and fence regretal
lovely thee hour our mist
knock on wood sense of shame
kidneys pot to drain
clear brooke water peeble find
us not quarry but calm
amoungst hills afar peaks
kindred mouths are together
what can one do for a dime or a lieu
without respect of a gangster
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