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Tired and tied tight To the unyielding plough, I scream myself hoarse Into the silent field Of endless toil. Knee deep in the sludge, Shackled and blind, A waning force Too stubborn to yield, Too proud to kneel. At the last pull I fall, Too weak to climb up. My health they endorse, Their intentions concealed, "Come back when you're healed." The carriage arrives To take me away. The knacker's draught horse Bought from the field, Naught but bone meal.
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Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 2:53 PM UTC
At the Knackers with Boxer
Tired and tied tight To the unyielding plough, I scream myself hoarse Into the silent field Of endless toil. Knee deep in the sludge, Shackled and blind, A waning force Too stubborn to yield, Too proud to kneel. At the last pull I fall, Too weak to climb up. My health they endorse, Their intentions concealed, "Come back when you're healed." The carriage arrives To take me away. The knacker's draught horse Bought from the field, Naught but bone meal.
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Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 2:53 PM UTC
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