Picking no more cotton
Chopping no more wood
No more digging in the dirt
Even if I could
Past all that now
A different time and space
I look around and find
The shape of another place
I stopped now and then
There along the way
Laughed and cried
Sometimes why I couldn't say
But I'm not picking cotton no more
Or chopping no more wood
No more digging in the dirt
Even if I could
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Like this! "a different time and place" "another shape and place" good stuff!!!
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