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Feb 2015
Proud I was with my shoveling,
Moving snow to the end of the drive,
Lifing loads, shovelling high.
The armlifts created pyramids,
I was as proud as Pharoh coud be.
These pyramids
Could well entomb me.
Got a snowblower now. Too many over the age of fifty up here drop dead at the end of a shovel, shovelling their drive.
Francie Lynch
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