I remember those Detroit buggy rides;
Ma would warn me not to fall from the sides.
Ma never told me all that much about my sis;
all she said was that once she got sick.
Ma's horse drawn McCormick Reaper
that hand-me-down sickle keeper
"God it dragged him," Father's yelling,
"for as far as there's no telling."
And though it's sin in our religion,
he rode me down to the town physician,
Now Ma's praying on thanksgiving,
Thank you God for our son's living,
but I'd doubt He'd want that credit,
If I were Him, I'd regret it,
I just keep these farm hands by my side,
Knowing God wished I had died.
That I had died.
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