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I’m working hard to get to heaven

I may not make it to church

Or have the power to baptize babies

But I sure love the hell out of everything.

My toes love the grass that tickles them

On days I chose to wear flip flops.

My face loves the rain that moisturizes

My skin like a sunkissed shower.

I’m grateful for every dime

That sings a joyful jangle in my pocket

And for every lover

That has ever kissed my cheek.