Sevens, Shovels and Spades
Sevens, Shovels, and Spades
Dig, dig, dig. Black soil and stone
Earth worms wiggle , Decay bones
Dig, dig, dig, scatter seeds there
Sprouting, searching sun and air
Dig, dig, dig, To hide our dead
Six feet under, body bed
Dig, dig, dig, create new life
Born of earth, Feed appetites
Dig, dig, dig, Shovel and Spade
Grow flowers from planted pain
Dig, dig, dig, Work never done
Then I see that I'm the one
Dig, dig, dig , out of this hole
Skin so pale and Icy cold
Dig, dig, dig. Down deep inside
Reveal secrets graveyards hide.
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Crystol Woods
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