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Folk Poem
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Get up! Look at the sun
There's hundreds of miles left to walk
I present to you the optimistic blues
They play once in a while, in a blue moon
The working man he gets up at early dawn
Where the birds are chirping and the rooster crows
But his wife didn't have it easy at all
She cleaned up the table and mopped the floor
I know it sounds old but the center of the sour perfumed smoke
still lingers its essence today
Just watch TV and let me know what you think
I guess things have gotten better, who knows?
