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Fifty plus years went by, without a hitch
Until last week, that son of a bitch gun
Old ivy, the poison of every man’s Eden
Roams, about my garden, with freedom
I must’ve pulled it, along with the dead
So, of course, it reared its ugly head
Made me itchy, scratch, scratch, scratch
Twas kind of dumb, as more did hatch
But, now, I’m on the mend, thank God
Think I’ll stay away, from that patch of sod
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