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That Wasn’t Judge Judy!

When I was growing up in Detroit, (day-twa)
There was a different country on the other side of the river,
It was quaint, what I saw, Windsor to be exact,
They spoke mostly English like us, except for the ‘aye’,
The Anglophile Canadians would interject in an interrogative sliver,
But however they had their political complications as far as Quebec,
The Francophile Canadians spoke French like Pe-Pe La Pew,
(according to the French people that I have spoken to) ,
The Canadians were much more progressive than the US,
Gambling, Nude Bars, and ‘legal’ escort services to name a few,

But the two together, Quebec and progressive attitudes, ‘what the heck? ’
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