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The Bough
The elite of men are standing
Aboard a yacht on ocean
blue
They drink champagne in earnest
And talk of pleasures that they
do
The middleton is sitting
Upon his easy chair
He sips his wine in earnest
As
he dreams a
millionaire
The poor man home late at night
His workday finally
done
He drinks his beer in earnest
For tomorrows another one The
beggar walks the city
Searching for his food
He drinks his water in
earnest
And fears what we may do The baby's cry
is answered
By a loving mother's coo
He drinks his milk in earnest
And
leaves the world unto you Copyright1999©Gerald
King
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