On the highway of mourning...
...gathering food for the table,
I seed, shuck the Cane,
am able-bodied; so Able.
In life until my death,
I work.
Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 7:37 PM UTC
On the highway of mourning...
...gathering food for the table,
I seed, shuck the Cane,
am able-bodied; so Able.
In life until my death,
I work.
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