The Frozen Logger

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As I stepped out one morning into
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 a small café

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A forty year old waitress to me 
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these words did say


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She said I see sir you’re a logger 
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and not just a common bum

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Cause nobody but a logger stirs his
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 coffee with his thumb


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My lover was a logger there's none 
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like him today

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If you'd pour a little whiskey upon
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 it he’d eat a bale of hay


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My lover came to see me twas on one
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 freezing day

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He threw his arms around me and 
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broke three vertebrae


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I saw my lover leaving a trudging 
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through the snow

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A-going gaily homeward at 
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forty-eight below


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The weather tried to freeze him it 
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tried its level best

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At a thousand degrees below zero he
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 buttoned up his vest


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It froze clear through to China it 
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froze to the stars above

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At a million degrees below zero it 
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froze my logger love


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And so I lost my logger and to this
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 cafe I come

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And here I wait till someone stirs 
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his coffee with his thumb