I look at life,
And there I see.
Lots of strife,
Caused by the wife.
She will tell,
That I am wrong.
Ring the bell,
And she is strong.
It is no wonder,
That I drink.
When I ponder,
What is yonder?
Could it be?
That life is strife.
Just a bet
Or a busy wife?
With no time,
For a bit of fun.
Toss a Dime
And just run!
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