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Here's a love song I wrote @ 30 years ago:
A Piece of the Pie
Your home cooking makes me sick,
and your grammar ain't so slick.
Me, I can't sing a lick,
but we'll get by.
'Cause there's something that you do
that makes me want to muddle through.
My little mind totally blew
when I tasted your pie.
So, you just keep on doing what you do.
I'll find us something, just so we'll get by.
Your pancakes taste like cardboard,
and your coffee tastes like glue,
but I'm happy with just a little piece of the pie!
We'll eat out so your food won't gag me,
and if you promise not to nag me,
I'll drive careful so we don't get hurt
and hurry back home for a little dessert.
We'll live happy building dreams in the sky.
I'll have my fill of your sweet little pie.
We'll stay together watching our love grow
as long as you ain't serving no pie to go!
And I'll just keep on doing what I do.
You'll think of something, just so we'll get by.
You pancakes are like cardboard, honey
and your coffee tastes like glue,
But I'm happy with just a little piece of your pie!
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"Regret can be a harder pill to swallow than failure .With failure you at least know you gave it a chance..." David Howard
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