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Lizzie
The Ford is my car,
I shall not want another
It maketh me to lie down in wet places
It soileth my soul
It leadeth me into pathes of ridicule for its name sake
Yea tho I run thru the valley
I am towed up the hill
Its rod and its engine discomfort me,
It prepares a breakdown in the presence of mine enemies
It annointest my head with oil, its tank runneth over
Surely if these thing follow me all of the days o f my life
I shall dwell in the Hose of the Insane forever.
AMEN
