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Dripping Wet
Through the woods the tractor would go,
To an early knee deep snow.
A hundred of the biggest trees,
Each with two over flowing buckets,
Needing dumping..
Dripping wet.
Did holler for help as did step,
In another waist deep hole, stuck in the snow.
Tractor driver hiding his laugh,
We pass the buckets
Filling the 500 gallon truck
Heading back
The cooking fire smelled so good.
And so did the can after it was filled with
Maple Syrup
David Sutherland
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