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THE WEED HAD GOT THERE FIRSTFor reasons that I don’t understandI was out with a shovel in my hand If someone seen me, let me know I must’ve been looking for sand or snow I had a garden on my mind Ivy was growing around my spine I lost a needle in the hay I’m hoping I’ll never need it anyway I wanted to plant a little seed To fertilize the dirt I didn’t see the sleeping weed The weed had got there first |
