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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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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`.