>
> No camo, just dirty white cotton pants held up with a drawstring,
> black peasant shirt, and a multi-colored sarape. He wears leather
> huaraches with tire tread soles. His craggy face sports a large
> droopy mustache that frames his gnarly mouth that spits profanities at
> my back. I would fire the S O B but his wife cooks great Arroz con
> Pollo.
>
> B
Hey Zeus, don't take it bad
Make my sad lawn even better,
Remember cut it down
a quarter-inch from the ground
Make it look like it's made of feathers...
La la la la la la,
la la la Hey Zeus.
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