Fourteen

Seven and Seven
works on the roads and brings all his pay home

he is a family man now and never
returns to easy heaven

birds pick through the roadside grass
easy leavings

the sun falls hard on Seven and Seven
he loves to see it roll

this is the world and this road needs repair

seeds there

this is the world and that lucky old sun

dry old bun

keeps rolling

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