Gone are the days when the ox fall down,
Take up the yoke and plow the fields around.
Gone are the days when the ladies said' "Please,
Gentle Jack Jones won't you come to me."
Apologies if this is already been posted, but I do not have good reception out here on the Appalachian Trail so I could not check and make sure that no one has posted this already. It’s kind of a no brainer for this topic.
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