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Feeding the Habit
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Life Expressions Volume I copyright 11/2/00
Plugging away in the salt mines
Adding to the old age lines
Cussin' this habit that makes me weep
This terrible terrible need to eat.
I work all day and into the night.
To feed this habit is my plight.
Kick it, try as I may,
I feed the habit three times a day.
I grow rotund with each passing meal
Like an inflate-a-mate is how I feel.
So, each morning I'll return to that mine
To keep this hunger in me in line.
Until I croak or explode first,
I will keep plugging until the worst.
Enough of this nonsense, I have to go,
The salt is waiting don't you know?
