I shall not want another like him
He maketh me lie down on the edge of the bed all night;
He getteth into my hair.
He gripeth my soul;
He leadeth me into the paths of boredom with his ancient jokes.
Yet, though I pay
my part of the rent,
Surely to goodness,
if this dumb cluck follows me
| Some years ago I was cleaning
out an old wallet I had and found
the old picture of Gord Cameron and I
with the old 1931 Chev . At the
same time I also found a hand
written copy of the above subject that
was very hard to read since when
I opened it up it fell in about
12 pieces. The hand writing was mine
so I rewrote it and had it typed
up and if I deciphered it correctly
it here it is.
||I assume that this was the type
of humour we had back in those days
and it must have been special to
me to care it around in my wallet
all of those years.
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