Nov 2020
Laboring in the
Morning sun
Tears of sweat
Dripping down
His back
Wheeling buckets of
Cement blocks
To. the neighbor's
Backyard
The only sound
You could hear
Was the song
Coming from
His heart
Morning sun
Tears of sweat
Dripping down
His back
Wheeling buckets of
Cement blocks
To. the neighbor's
Backyard
The only sound
You could hear
Was the song
Coming from
His heart
Written by
Mary Anne Norton
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