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Feb 13
My income is tentative,
My money comes with the snow,
I thought I was getting paid,
But the rain stole my job.
I shovel for my neighbor and each time it snows I get ten bucks. It snowed last night but the rain this morning melted it away.
Abbott J Hardison
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Abbott J Hardison  14/M/Rochester NY
(14/M/Rochester NY)   
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