Jimmy's in the Wheelbarrow, by Dave LaRoche —I see’d him go, slumped over some from the weight of ‘is tools in that box he made up. Everytheng’s in there and must weigh sixty-five pounds. Sure as hell don’t know why. He ain’t never picked one uv em up. And real soon I’m feelin different—bad, cause I treated him poorly. I mean, he’s a good ol boy, and my friend through some big number a years now. Never did much ta help me along, but never held me back none neither.
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