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Central Heat | ||
| I praise the Lord for central heat That warms me right down to my feet. No need to shiver in the cold. In comfort I will just grow old. I do not need to build a fire And keep it up until I tire. I simply sit and take a treat, Enjoying automatic heat. It seems like such a little thing, But it can so much pleasure bring. | ||
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