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"Poor devil!"-This they call you
As they stand, these lesser men
Who could not bear the strain
Of sweating toil and its monotony,
Watching the rhythmic swing
Of your strong arms and
Mighty, earth-daubed hands
That grip and guide
Your pick-axe up and down-
And down-and up-and down-
And up-and down-and
To fashion from resistant earth
And rock-a cesspool!
Written by Esther Popel (1896-1958)
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