THE MOBILE MEAT GRILL

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    Time waits for none and things change
    Once upon a season we ate street meat
    That was seasoned well and had pepper
    It was a woman that burned her fingers
    Now it is young boys in yellow slippers
    Pushing the charcoal mobile grill about
    The Mobile Meat Grill
    Time was far into the night for that walk
    Oh such dark alley spelled sudden fear
    That a charcoal meat griller was still out
    It was raining too what was the demand
    No more rules any thing rules the world
    Pushing a hot wheelbarrow at ten thirty
    The Mobil Meat Grill

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