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Ok, here is the first part of the story
Sitting on the back porch, watching girls go by, me and Handy Andy sat, I can tell no lie. We were quite a pair us two, him and Lefty lou, you see he had no legs this guy, and I had arms two few.
Lefty lou the town called me, cause I could kick a ball, further than a football field, higher than a tree. Handy Andy was my friend, how he got his name, was because he used his hands to run and jump, he put most men to shame.
He ran around the town and climbed, the highest flights of stairs,
Wearing gloves he made himself, out of some pigs ears. He could beat most people quick, in a foot hand race, cept for one called Leftty lou, he could'nt match my pace.
One day we bought a used auto, from the drivers ed, Andy drove and I pushed on the brake,when the light turned red. To see us coming down the road, It sure was a sight, If I looked to see a girl, sometimes we ran the light.
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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