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Call It What You Will Call it global warming Call it what you will, The salmon left some time ago Now they closed the mill. We could see it coming The writing was on the wall, It started with the fallers Then
less logs to haul. Call it what you will, With the price of gas today Tourism’s gone downhill, They say we’re not a mill town We’re a city with a mill, I guess it makes good headlines But we’ve got mouths to fill. Perhaps Alberta’s calling Maybe Saskatchewan’s where to go, God we’ll miss The Island We’ve never liked the snow. Stephen Nesbitt ©
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