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You are the elixir of overworked men a companion for lonely souls and a boxing ring for the fighting spirit Your camaraderie leads to immediate regret but such pain forces peace in the new day
if we abandoned the pursuit of quick cash and instead fortified dignity with the rusted remnants of ancestors workers would know justice they would feel joy
I poured the last of the whiskey into a glass and then walked out. It waits for me atop the stove as another chance after the failures of labor and love.
The poet regularly battles the mob and displays those scars carved into his heart. The poet is despised in his time and admired by the generations he never meets.
Sometimes I'm the boy who stood helpless on my grandmother's porch looking down the hill upon Hell's fire and the black plumes that pushed men into early graves