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LIFE OF A SHOVEL

I REMEMBER MY CREATOR A GREAT BIG BURLY LAD I WAS SENT OFF TO THE HARDWARE STORE TO DO THE SAME JOB AS MY DAD. A YOUNG CHAP CAME A BOUGHT ME HE TOOK ME TO THE SITE HE MADE ME WORK FOR HOURS ON END MORNING NOON AND NIGHT. MY BLADE IS GOING RUSTY NOW MY EDGE HAS GONE TO POT MY SHAFT THAT ONCE WAS RIGID IS GOING SOFT AND STARTING TO ROT. I KNOW MY DAYS ARE NUMBERED I'M PASSED MY USE BY DATE COULD YOU TAKE ME TO THE FOUNDRY PLEASE TURN ME INTO SOMETHING MORE ORNATE. IT'S HARD WORK BEING A SHOVEL I WANT TO RETIRE.

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Date: 7/13/2025 2:05:00 AM
Kinda feel for a shovel now lol. Have you retired it yet or created something new from it? I still have my Dads but won't rid them and they are retired. Thats two of your poems I have just read where you have taken me down memory lane. Thank you. Emilia : )
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