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Contentment

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An Ancient gaffer once I knew,
Who puffed a pipe and tossed a tankard;
He claimed a hundred years or two,
And for a dozen more he hankered;
So o’er a pint I asked how he
Had kept his timbers tight together;
He grinned and answered: “It maun be
Because I likes all kinds o’ weather.

“Fore every morn when I get up

I lights my clay pipe wi’ a cinder,
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Jerry Lee Tyner 02 December 2019

I keep Contentment handy to read when I’m feeling blue.

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dennis carver 22 September 2019

there are several one or two letter typos in this poem. Please proof and re-post.

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