Full Service
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Darwin Henry Beuning
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I remember as a lad
The full service we once had
My Father, pulling into a service station
Being greeted by an attendant they all had
He would gas you up, clean the windshield,
Check the oil, and make change
You would receive, a plate, cup,
or saucer, without leaving the car
Now at sixty six, times have changed
It is all self service, what a shame
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