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[aid] => mick
[title] => A ROOFERS SYMPHONY
[time] => 2012-03-25 05:22:37
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[bodytext] => Rat a tat whack. Click click clack. Gurgle gurgle boil, Splat splash splat. When I was just a young lad My Dad put me to work. I loved that he trusted me, But some called him a jerk. After school I had to Go work on a roof. My baby brother Dan Would joke and sometimes goof. When Danny got some older His hammer would really shine. With tools used for construction His were better than mine. But since I was much stronger I would lift the heavy loads, Carrying buckets of tar up ladders, And shingles from the road. Then I would shovel gravel From a flat bed to the roof. Dad always did hot mopping, A cigarette held by tooth. A hundred pounds a package Of each asphalt keg I'd lift, And set it gently in the tar pot And that strength was a gift. My muscles were bulging, Friends didn't mess with me. Any fights I was ever in All ended so quickly. The biggest fight I was ever in Would happen at my house. Peeling black tar from my shoes, And at laundry I was a louse! My mamma would take over And sometimes she would rant, For there was always more tar On me than on my pants. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 87 [topic] => 21 [informant] => robert_edgar_burns [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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