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I work with the dogs in the dirt .Sun up, sun down and man do I hurt due to working with the dogs in the dirt. Will there ever be a break for me?I'm not talking about the fantasy of hitting the New York State Lottery. Working to pay the rent for this little tent is just insane. I know there's a better place to rest to digest this thing called life. Living for the day that both of my ends meet.Then I can be a blessing to the less without any mess from the stress of those you know. Working with the dogs in the dirt has causes me many hurts that fertilized the growth potential, making me a powerful woman, you see. Working through the mess has really caused me to be bless. Yes there will be stress that will cause you to think you're not bless by the best.But after the stresse there's plenty of rest,so you can pass the next test. So work with the dogs in the dirt,because afer the pain ,there's so much gain in so many ways you see; and not in material things and money.It may seem kind of funny. I like being apart of God's wonderful army So work with the dogs in the dirt.So what, you got hurt .There's a healing that will cause a spiritual building in the inner man; it's all a part of God's strategy plan to defeat the enemy. Come on and be a part of God's wonderful army. So work with the dogs in the dirt.

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