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My Butt Is Sore!

I get a phone call South I must drive Surgery for an elder Six hours I strive Phone is ringing again I'm heading North within a flash Sister is in trouble Eleven hours on my a-- Trying to get home Phone rings again Orchard needs watering Six hours East I begin My son needs to move Head South one more time Eight hours of desert Elders on my mind I hear a familiar ring Five hours North-West before I'm too late My elders heart may reach God's fate Daughter calls Her truck broke down Six hours East I'm on a Merry-Go-Round I'm beginning to wonder If my job is still there My a-- is sore But my family is my primary care Here it is again A familiar ringtone You'll fall off your chair If my Chevron card you owned!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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