My income is tentative,
My money comes with the snow,
I thought I was getting paid,
But the rain stole my job.
Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 8:29 AM UTC
My income is tentative,
My money comes with the snow,
I thought I was getting paid,
But the rain stole my job.
I shovel for my neighbor and each time it snows I get ten bucks. It snowed last night but the rain this morning melted it away.
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