Here is a poem from my best man friend:
Up at 6
Shovel
Warm fingers
Shovel
Warm fingers
Shovel
Warm fingers
Shovel for the last time this am
Look forward to doing it again tomorrow
And a poem from a Southern man friend:
same thing here
up at 6
swing
sun
swig
swing
sun
swig
swing
look forward to doing it again tomorrow
up at 6
swing
sun
swig
swing
sun
swig
swing
look forward to doing it again tomorrow
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