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For thirty years the bread on my table has been provided through long hours of labor,and battered muscles accompanied my sweat soaked brow. At times I had cursed this bodily abuse,and dreamed of a softer life. Now,as my hair reveals the gray of years, I am thankful for a hard fought life. My body knows I must pick up the sledge hammer tomorrow,or move boulders as directed. For now, it discounts my age,and fulfills that which still puts bread on the table. The very thing that I once cursed,I count as a blessing. What other hidden blessings else have I overlooked?
Posted on: Sat, 20 Jul 2013 20:16:53 +0000

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