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That Was 35 Summers Ago.

Had my foot resting on the pig pen,

watching my sows bringing new litters in,

wondering if these would help ends meet.

The crops all dried in that Texas heat,

we had to find work in the city so we could eat.

That was 35 summers ago.

Stood in line with all my gear on,

about two hours before dawn,

worried if I was going to qualify.

They dropped us, rolled us

and pretty much as they pleased,

got rid of a lot of boys except me,

told me to get back in line.

That was 35 summers ago.

Thirty five summers of doing it all,

sometimes knocked on my *** and **** near crawl,

made a life out of what I have.

Seen things I did'nt want to see,

did things that would normally not be me,

made it through most of the tough times.

That was 35 summers ago.

Hope I got 35 more summers to go.

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Jun 13, 2012
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