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Lamey The Cable Guy wrote:
>
> O my BBQ's like a red, red rose
> That's newly sprung in June
> O my BBQ's like the melodie
> That's sweetly played in tune
>
> As fair art thou, my bonnie lass
> So deep in the blue smoke am I
> That I will luve thee still, my dear
> When yer hams are hung to dry
>
> Till my sausage is hung to dry, my dear
> And the baby back ribs are done
> I will luve thee still, my dear
> Though my beer stein doth overrun
>
> So fare thee well, my only Luve
> And fare thee well awhile
> And I will come again, my Luve
> 'Cause yer smokin' butt makes me smile
>
>
>
> < this space for rent >

Yee haw - that's def not Black is the Color of My True Love's Hair . . .