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BLISTERS ON MY HANDS

He asked me where my old man was
As I was mowing the lawn
He said my son's should do it because
My red face looked put upon

He was kind
With kindness I have missed
One night I was blind
Dreaming of this

Until I found out he is married
So away the dream goes bye bye
So easy to just fall in love
With any kind-hearted guy

Still have much to mow
But not today
Blisters on my hands you know
Need time to heal the pain away.


4/25/2012 1740 cj


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BLISTERS ON MY HANDS