I am a brute
Grunting through my brutish day
Breaking them stones with my might,
That I pick up and carry through the night
And some days,
I am poetry in motion
Spinning on their heels, my burdens, they
Jump at me and I lift them high
To glory that carries me through the night
Ay, welcome back! Wonderful words.
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Hallo fraand!
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Hehe. Badhiya! In Amreeka
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