Half way through the week, up over the hill of hillbiliies pushing daisy carts like damsels in distress,
working no rest, if you're unhappy confess, cuz the cows won't come calling to answer the hauling on the way to the hump the bump we trump...not high ground nor low, not enemy or foe, as a group we all go to ....
............MIDDLE GROUND!
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