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Jun 2015
The scars of a working man.
On his hips hang his tools,
on his back
his family.
His wife
and his sons.

To be the backbone of America
the men in a dirtier uniform.
I'm not above the dirt on my boots
but under a higher calling
in a lower place.
Scribo-Dolorum
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   Lexie, Eiliv Advena and SPT
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