( i si' in me rocker on me fron' porch, listenin' ta the morning birds chirpin') oy.....this is the life......( me old man voice is still thick with a scotttish accent) ( i hear a car driving up the road, and it parks in me drive way) Wha's this? ( i watch as the door opens and i stare when i see who gets ou') ( my wrinkled face opens in a small smile, me blue eyes twinkling, as you walk up to me fron' porch) to wha' do i owe the pleasure?
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