The Hill
It’s a load but I carry it
It’s a hill so I marry it
I do it fo’ the kids
I do it fo’ my wife
I push it fo’ my ma who’s sick
I haul it fo’ their life
Some men call me po’
and a po’ man I may be
But I never known much differn’t,
the hill is all I see
ldn
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