Poem 37
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    Far out in the country, by a tiny farming town
    Over by the highway, a small tavern can be found.
    When day's work is over the people come on down.

    Way back in the corner where shadows seem to rule
    Sat a silly gray haired lady and a grumpy old fool
    Inspecting wrinkled photos as if each one was a jewel.

    "Here's one of little George" said the lady with a grin.
    "He sure cost me plenty with all the trouble he got in."
    "And just look at that outfit, that surely was a sin."

    The old man sipped his ale, then looked back at his spouse
    "It sure is quiet", he said, "Since they left the house."
    "Look!" she interrupted, "Here's one of Bobby and his mouse"

    "I wonder how much they cost us" the silly lady said.
    "They drank a lake of milk and ate a mountain of bread."
    "It sure cost us plenty just to keep those children fed."

    The old man crossed his arms and then scratched an itchy eye
    He leaned back in his chair, and the murmured with a sigh
    "considering what their worth they were really quite a buy"

    By AFS

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