DOWN TO BRASS TACKS
Before I married Maggie dear, I was her pumpkin pie, Her precious peach, her honey lamb, The apple of her eye. But after years of married life This thought I pause to utter, Those fancy names are gone, and now I'm just h»>r bread and butter.
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Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 816, 9 November 1929, Page 19
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50DOWN TO BRASS TACKS Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 816, 9 November 1929, Page 19
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