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Shades of Hombres and Ombrage
It was a weird day in May
Was it the fourth, the fifth or the sixth?
Who knows.
For after all the songs, the dances
The smokes and the booze
Some could hardly remember their names
Fitzpatrick, Fitzgerald
Or was it Gerald Harold Patrick Fitz
It no longer mattered
As long as they, between friends,
Finally found a fit.
Was it the fourth, the fifth or the sixth?
Who knows.
For after all the songs, the dances
The smokes and the booze
Some could hardly remember their names
Fitzpatrick, Fitzgerald
Or was it Gerald Harold Patrick Fitz
It no longer mattered
As long as they, between friends,
Finally found a fit.
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