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The Gardner


The blisters on his hands Sunburn on his face But all this work, to help his family out No one yet recognizes what he's done To provide for his son to be a judge He is not rich nor poor His immigrant life was not so easy as to others Nor for his family Getting to where he is at now Took hard work No one though even notice How civil rights help This old gardner
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