WRITINGS AND PHOTOGRAPHS FROM A SMALL COMMUNITY IN WESTERN NEW YORK
A friend of my mother's sang: Michael, Michael, here is your true, I'm not riding on a bicycle built for two!If you can't afford a carriage, Then there will be no marriage.I'll be damned if I'll be crammed on a bicycle built for two!
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A friend of my mother's sang:
Michael, Michael, here is your true,
I'm not riding on a bicycle built for two!
If you can't afford a carriage,
Then there will be no marriage.
I'll be damned if I'll be crammed on a bicycle built for two!
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