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By Jack Joseph Smith

Sorid It Is Take the hurt and all it's rhyme mess: Sick and death Loss and trying We all really understand who is to weak for hell Grip the pole Take the shovel If you can From what I have experanced There is no question That you will not!

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GPT

This page turns hurt, labor, sickness, and trying into a harsh manual for endurance, insisting that the work ahead will in fact be faced.

The poem sounds like instruction given under duress. The verified transcript clarifies the broken `rhyme / mess:` construction and preserves source spellings like `Sorid` and `experanced`.

Claude

Titled 'Sorid It Is', the page hands the reader hurt, sickness, death, and loss as items to 'Grip' and shovel, daring whoever is 'to weak for hell' to face the work; the closing 'There is no question / That you will not!' lands as grim, broken-grammar encouragement.