Everyone was in town for the wheat Convention. Kansas City, Power And Light. Our first night I came out Of the hotel bathroom to find him With the sheets pulled up to his chin, Saying in a small high voice,
Everyone was in town for the wheat Convention. Kansas City, Power And Light. Our first night I came out Of the hotel bathroom to find him With the sheets pulled up to his chin, Saying in a small high voice,
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