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He's there every morn at four thirty doing his daily routine pushing the carts in a circle only he understands what that means Watching him do his cart dance they roll so fluid and clean it's his true love and romance no wonky wheels, to be seen He'll do it again after closing rounding up all of the strays his chaps and hat fairly flying doing it all his own way His humor and candor refreshing you get close you might hear him exclaim "somebodies got to do it someone may remember my name"
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May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 9:21 AM UTC
The Legend of Marvin the Cart Wrangler
He's there every morn at four thirty doing his daily routine pushing the carts in a circle only he understands what that means Watching him do his cart dance they roll so fluid and clean it's his true love and romance no wonky wheels, to be seen He'll do it again after closing rounding up all of the strays his chaps and hat fairly flying doing it all his own way His humor and candor refreshing you get close you might hear him exclaim "somebodies got to do it someone may remember my name"
Saw a kid riding the carts at HEB (Southern Grocery chain store) yesterday, he looked so happy in the simplicity of the task. :)
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May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 9:21 AM UTC
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