You did not return my shovel.
I really need it bad.
You left and took my shovel.
It’s made my life so sad.
It was my only shovel.
I had it all these years.
I own no other shovel.
My tool shed sheds such tears.
Shining in the sun.
Glowing in the rain.
O my lost shovel,
Causes me such pain.
I am cold in the night
Cause my shovel’s not in sight.
How can I carry on
When my shovel’s lost and gone?
Someday when you’re in hell,
You’ll know the reason why.
You horked my beauty shovel,
And digging made you die.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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