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To what do I deserve such glee?
That when I look in dusty mirror
Upon my face a gentle "T"
Where my mouth and my gravycatcher meet and sometimes accented by a unshaven mustache.
Lo! I am part Cherokee
I look like Shaggy on "Scooby Doo"
And though I can't grow a goatee
At least I can drive chicks crazy by sucking on my gravycatcher!