Leaves, weeds and grass awakening from its Winter slumber all cried for action today, so I fired up the John Deere and took a ride. The first cut of the Season deserves a shout-out. I've heard Sheryl Crow and Rod Stewart opine that the first cut is the deepest, but they weren't the first first-cut crooners. Here're a few versions:
I was born in Montana, raised in Tampa, and reside in a small town in the lowcountry of South Carolina with the Lovely Lady Di, and son Tyler. Walterboro (the 'Boro) has about 5,100 residents. It's a moderately interesting place. I work in the public defender's office representing poor people charged with crimes. Some of them did it. Some of them didn't do it. Some are not very nice, a lot of them are just regular Joes with a huge plate of bad luck.
I'm a moderately interesting fellow, who has the good fortune to know or be related to some very interesting people. Is there anyone out there?
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