one summer morning, sun barely rise
know if it remain life has got it's flow
yet he'd nothing but to win life a price,
poor baby, now a boy much to grow,
tired of old craspy a lady scream,
unseen but focus he'd got a big dream.
not slumber nor wages but toil her farm.
mama won't see him if she still breathe
took up spade, unpaid least alarm.
day after day a frugal meal to breathe
learn no money learn no honey all his days build but patient, charming hard work he pays.
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