Poem: “Break Out The Shovels”, fr. notebooks, Jim Stallings

Break out the shovels

Eight inches of snow

Brew some coffee

And scramble the eggs—

Heavy lifting ahead

Potential heart attack

Say where’s that May boy

Stout of heart

Lean of purse.

He’s an entrepreneur

He’s the future bright

Our cash drawer

Clings to a few bills

Gladly volunteers

To save an old man

In the autumn

Of his plutocratic years.

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