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cocoapelican:

In honor of the first day of July…

July, July! - The Decemberists

And I say your uncle was a crooked French Canadian,
And he was gut-shot running gin
And how his guts were all suspended in his fingers,
And how he held them, how he held them, held them in.

 I’ve been singing this all morning as I cleaned up the apartment.