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Just Sitting Here
Just sitting
Listening to the plop of life gone by
Just sitting
Remembering yesterdays dinner
And listening to the radio
Remembering anything that's worth remembering
Childhood
Growing up on the farm with
no convenience
And work from dawn till dark of night
The smell of new cut hay
or a dirty pigsty
Remembering love and life
And family growing old
And I sit here
shitting
