After two days of prep, and scratching my head,
To day was the day I jumped out of bed.
Cruised down River...
It was a beautiful day.
No more excuses, I must find a way...
8x4 iron bark, 16' in length,
Is hard to wrestle,
If you ain't got the strength!
But I got it in, new planks fastened down,
The wharf stays open!
My reputation is sound.
Six hours straight, no rest for me.
I did stop twice, to have a pee.
My back is aching,
Nuts are sore,
That's what I do,
I don't know anymore.
Now back at the shed, with a bourbon and coke,
I think I'll reward myself and have a smoke...
Give thanks For the day
That's what I do
Because when I need Him
He always come through.
- Author: Valiantstar (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 15th, 2024 01:45
- Category: Unclassified
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