This ground is too hard to break, it ruined a pick and spade, frozen and = solid as rock, my hands numb with the shock! I am prepared for the dirty = work, I`ve groveled for years in the bloody dirt, I have all the tools = that I need, and now I admit my defeat! What will it take to cleave this = earth? Break this ground, it`s got to break! What will it take to cleave = this earth? I cannot wait `til spring. My cargo is still half alive, = they twine `round eachother and cry, they beg me to finish the task, = will I inter them at last? I glare at the place I`d make a grave, I = carry the shame it would contain, thinking cannot rend a hole, too tired = to stave off the cold. Submitted by: Mel
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