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crumbs from the table have fallen so few |
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so not to catch an eye |
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reckless and thinkless and felled to the knees |
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to gather before before the broom |
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what is left amongst the spire |
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that is as tall as the lowest cloud you could reckon the height of |
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hanging on a branch here every time (though never fell so far) |
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from which we lift these blistered hands only to curse |
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the families get nothing but porridge of maize |
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and shacks at the end of farms |
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cash crops commissioned to pay of the debt |
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and poisoned on the job |
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driving the mules to death in the wheat |
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then leaving us follow with leather to eat |
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buried their sabers in the field and sharpen bayonets |