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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from A Heap O' Livin' by Edgar A. Guest: hurting me.
But it's shoot, shoot, shoot,
And when the bullets hiss,
Don't let the tears fill up your eyes,
For weeping soldiers miss.
Oh, who will tend the roses now and who will
sow the seeds?
And who will do the heavy work the little
garden needs?
And who will tell the lad of mine the things
he wants to know,
 A Heap O' Livin' |