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Duxby By Gabe Magnusson
The smell of the charcoal grill, Sound of wolves howling in the wild, Stockpiles of baked beans and potatoes, Flapjacks on the griddle, All the bearded men Who have been hunting With nothing to show for it, But they always keep in mind, There is always tomorrow |