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*Have you worked a crowder pea field in July As the Georgia sun fries When humidity sits you down every half hour , where the weather deals great power Showers are few and far between Dirt fills every pocket of your blue jeans Sweat blinds The day seems to grind Humor and inspiration are hard to find Picking peas by moonlight Mosquitoes feasting by lamplight Filling bushel baskets by day If the good Lord be willing , please call the paper wasp away* ..
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Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 5:20 PM UTC
Those **** Peas ....
*Have you worked a crowder pea field in July As the Georgia sun fries When humidity sits you down every half hour , where the weather deals great power Showers are few and far between Dirt fills every pocket of your blue jeans Sweat blinds The day seems to grind Humor and inspiration are hard to find Picking peas by moonlight Mosquitoes feasting by lamplight Filling bushel baskets by day If the good Lord be willing , please call the paper wasp away* ..
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