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God bless the grass that grows thru the crack.
They roll the concrete over it to try and keep it back.
The concrete gets tired of what it has to do,
It breaks and it buckles and the grass grows thru,
And God bless the grass.
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A musical offering this week . . .
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If you’re drivin’ down the road
You’ll miss the gnomes and the fairies
And you won’t get a chance
To eat the yummy blackberries.
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(How beautiful is the world)
Lyrics and song by Dave “Woody” Wood
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