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Tuesday, March 15, 2016 | |




You sullen pig of a man

🙇

you force me into the mud
with your stinking ash-cart!

Brother!
-if we were rich
we'd stick our chests out
and hold our heads high!

It is dreams that have destroyed us.

There is no more pride
in horses or in rein holding.
We sit hunched together brooding
our fate.

Well-
all things turn bitter in the end
whether you choose the right or
the left way
and-
dreams aren't a bad thing.


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