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Mar 2015
1 heave, 2 heave, 3 heave, 4
With every shovel of snow
I feel the ache at my Core
5 heave, 6 heave, 7 heave, More
I think of the day Adam disobeyed
The Lord.
8 heave, 9 heave, 10 heave, Sore
My body under the snow
My spirit drifting *offshore
as the snow falls
Written by
JeffLangston
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