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May 2019
NO YOKE
Had a job where I often began
early, only to quit late, just to
keep a potato on my plate.
Not the only chap to go thru that.
It helped somewhat to complain
of it to those who’d listen. As I
look-back over that “workin’-my-
***-off-crap,” I recall truth might
be stretched thin, but never will
break & often rises above lies, &
like oil, it floats on wine. Hard-
work never hurt & only folks will
complain, of commonplace yokes.
—  Ray Laccetti
Ray Laccetti
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Ray Laccetti  79/M/NYC
(79/M/NYC)   
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