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Our quaint little town
is fast going away. 
it's their town now,
 high rises and tall fences
stapled and slapped onto
downed trees,grass and earthen clay.
They're bringing in the new crew.
Mother Hubbard's left her shoe crew,
a schwag momma and daddy's cavalcade..

Rat punks so
unpleasant 
won't listen to you
what a witches brew.
Bathed in new money
with stealth they sound off, 
then push their way through.
.
since our
quaint  sweet  little musical town
is playing a sour blue tune.

I pine for those lost
lazy, crazy summer nights.
Campin' out by the river
drinkin' our beer
kissin' on women,
fightin' the very good fight.

Now, all of us you'll catch
in  county jail, a tent, rehab or
the booby hatch.
It's a  scary Halloween
without the fun time mask.

It's now my legacy to live out my second chance
I'll break out my sideshow attraction.
in some new small town.
With a fresh rendition of my old school dance,
Cuz, our quaint little town's
torn up, and gone astray.

This shark still needs to eat
 I'm hot for fresh chum
where my backside
doesn't hurt chewin' bubble gum
in this code blue town
Since our old stomping grounds,
are gone, sold out, outta gas..,
Land of lost opportunity
and broken glass...

Buddy Bee Anthony
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TIME DATE STAMPED 5;19PM 9/24/19






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