I was raised
by my Dad,
Manual Labor-

Ina barn
on a farm,
stackin hay -

Down the road
Slim Pickins
was our neighbor-

Bent n' bowed
pickin cotton
ever day-

I wore holes
in my soles,
and my fingers-

Ruptured disk
in a twisted
vertebra

Won't complain
but the pain
still lingers-

Put my ass
in a cast
for no pay.

02/02/2002

Posted on 02/02/2002
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