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Pick pocketed, mon
lot by lot,
field by field.
Pappy dirt gone forever, now,
sold for
dat ready cash, you know,
back in the day,
cash dat dwindle away
bit by bit,
drop by drop,
dollar by dollar
disappearing
like water from a leaky
bucket
a-plunk
plunk
plunk
No, not a drop left, now, no.
So dat is dat,
De bucket dry,
Me pockets empty
here in the shade of a shed
across from a field of condo
on the road to Kiawah.